#flambert fankid

Skye: Dad won’t come out of his room Flambae: Just tell him I said something Skye: Like what? Flambae: Anything factually incorrect Skye, shrugging: If you say so Robert, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a fucking PLANET?

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Skye: Look, Padar! It's the good Kush! Flambae: It's the dollar store; how good can it be?

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Skye, holding out a cookie for Robert: Look! This one's a heart, that’s how I feel about you! Robert: *Tearing up* Skye, holding out another cookie for Flambae: This ones like Michigan, that’s how I feel about you! Flambae, throwing his hands in the air: What the fuck does that mean?!

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Robert: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait. Skye: You and me! Robert: *choked up* Ok.

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Skye: Which movie are you and Dad going to see tonight? Flambae: Oh, I always go to whichever movie Robert wants Skye: Which one does he want to see? Flambae: I haven't decided yet

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Robert: Why are there little handprints all over the walls? Flambae, whispering: Why are there little handprints all over the walls? Skye, whispering: Because I have little hands. Flambae: Because she has little hands.

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Flambae: I ran into Skye in the kitchen at 1 AM last night and when I asked her what they were doing, she just shrugged, said “these are my roaming hours,” and wandered off, strumming vaguely on her guitar

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Nobody look at me

Wanted to draw @emmasmoke8 ‘s OC Skye- THE Flambert fan kid!

There's a noise beside him. Chad glances over at Skye. She stands in a chair beside him, intently fascinated by the act of cooking and eating despite biologically not needing to. Chad has never chased her away, of course, always eager to share hobbies with his newly adopted(?) daughter.

But it turns out that's not all he shares with Skye because the noise he heard was her mimicking him. She exhales sharply out her nostrils, and blue-white flames flare out. By the time, her face is scrunched up like it tickled her, but she smiles at Chad.

He stares at her so long that the smile slowly disappears, replaced by a deep upset. Quietly, she asks, "Did I do something wrong again?"

"No," Chad says, immediately. He sets the knife down. He reaches for her but swerves away to wash his hands first. She watches his actions carefully, waiting patiently for him to return to her side to wipe away that expression. "No, no, of course not. Will you-can you do that again?"

Instead of snorting out flames, she brings her hand up. Her fingertips are licked with those blue-white flames. They dance in the vivid light they produce, a thin trail of smoke rising upward. As a pyrokinetic himself, he knows those aren't normal flames, but he is not going to tell Skye that.

He cups his hands around the flame she holds. He sends out a spark or two, merging their flames together. The white is swiftly replaced with the orange of his fire. The blue-and-orange illuminates both of their faces, especially the amber ring Chad hadn't noticed in Skye's eyes before this moment. Her grin splits across her face. "It's Dad's colors!"

Chad realizes belatedly what she means. Robert's uniform is blue-and-orange. He definitely has a preference for the former color, and hopefully his fondness for orange has grown since getting together with Chad.

To that end, he grins back at Skye. "It is."

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Skye: NO!

Flambae: Haha, works every time, she’s scared to death of him

Robert:

Flambae: !!

Robert: Call me for what?