#heavenbreak

“Flamethrower? Essentially.” He groaned as he heaved up the oversized device, pointing it away from his guest and testing the trigger.

Blue flames came out, as expected, searing the air itself into iridescent stains.

“...And it’s not jammed today. That’s good.”

“Why do you need that?”

“My job’s important.”

“You maintain the phone lines!”

“Sure do. They need lots of care since everything crumbled. It wasn’t during your time, so–”

“...”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Why do you need a flamethrower?”

She gripped her gun, the mask doing nothing to hide her nerves. “I’m going to shoot you.”

“Are you, now?”

“I’m going to shoot you.” She repeated, emphatically.

“Sweetheart, I heard the click, and I know you’re out of amm–”

A golden flash filled the room.

The outlaw was soon gripping a bloody shoulder. “You…!?”

“I’m not going to kill you.” She explained, pulling back the hammer as gold dust filled the chambers. “But I’m going to shoot you.”

“...Godhead? You’re praying bullets into your gun!? The hell are you!?”

“...I guess I shouldn’t have brought it up.” He sighed, looking over his shoulder, making sure they weren’t followed.

The streets were trimmed with gold.

The citizens danced in silks.

Gemstones lined the clockwork.

They stopped in front of a crystal window.

She recognized the way home. Her reflection was unfamiliar.

He was the only one she’d seen actually look at someone else.

“I’ve decided.”

“Well.” He crossed his arms, smirking. “Decided what?”