#simplyxbee

        She dreams of fire. Of miles upon miles of scorching drawers—each one holding their own respective memory. She dreams of anger, and friendships long lost to her from actions she never had any control of. It’s in those twisted instances where she can truly be herself; despite Wrathia’s constant stringent presence. She dreams of all of this; however, the sight she’s currently beholding, is not of her own imagination. It couldn’t be, for it’s lush with an pleasant, and prepossessing sense of calmness.

      Steam blossoms from between chapped lips, as petite fingers steel against the stolen ship’s hatch---pulling her from it’s carnage, and melting it’s frame in the process. Ignorance swells through the pit of her stomach the moment she stands on, once again, foreign soil. Then with a drag of air, Ava presses on-wards---ignoring those not-so-subtle plumes of flames that sprout with each waking step. The very ones that leave behind an rather conspicuous trail of marred, albeit small footsteps. 

       A hand smooths through long, now matted hair only to grasp at the glasses resting there. Freeing them from their perch, Ava slips them on, and inhales. The world around her melts into a vast sea of iridescent hues. She blinks, and turns---briefly glancing over hordes of spirits that still lingered, as if they hadn’t realized that they, themselves have passed. Honestly, she’s still unsure of how to go about finding the other demons from Wrathia’s book. 

                Though since she was here, trudging through the                            planet’s terrain  at night, she might as well look, right? 

       The encroaching darkness disintegrates into nothingness as she passes, culled by the very glow that emanates from her feverish skin----lighting the immediate area as she walks. The world seen through her glasses captivates her, and she slowly looses herself to it. Becoming more, and more unaware of any possible threats as she works herself further into the thicket. It’s not until she steps on something, and inevitably burns it; does she realize she’s no longer alone. 

       “Wait, is that a cat?” 

“Aw, don’t worry! I can totally take care of...whatever that thing is.”