#tflc extras

expendable.

not like us.

asset.

that’s what hurts her.

not the raised eyebrows

not the pitying looks.

it’s the words.

it’s always the words.

she is expendable.

she isn’t like them.

the only reason she’s even here is because she’s an asset.

because a goddess thought she looked like a good host.

and now said goddess will tear her soul apart, sooner or later.

she’ll never have a normal life (or as normal as society wishes her to have).

never live.

she’ll die at twenty two years old.

part 1

the girl is teaching her how to fight back.

hero. that’s her name.

hero. my hero.

“leah? LEAH!” hero waves a knife in front of leah’s face. “you alive, newport?”

“uh, yeah. yes. i am. alive, that is. i am alive.” leah fumbles, pressing the button on her bracelet that activates the enhancement rune on her soul, henceforth enhancing her power.

the immediate result is a fireball that blows both of them off their feet.

luckily, the practise area is very heavily fireproof. 

hero still glares at her. “leah-”

“i know! i can’t control myself! i can’t take the restrictors off! i’m pathetic!” leah explodes. she sits up; the fireball had knocked her onto her back. she rubs her temples. “i can’t do anything. they broke me. i wasn’t even supposed to have this pow-”

“actually,” hero interrupts, “i was just going to say that i think you wern’t focused. you were thinking about something else, not about controlling your fire.”

“...oh.” she had been thinking about something else. she wondered if hero’s middle name was something else. probably.

hero was a little distracting...with her very-soft-looking-hair and playful eyes, and her extraordinary power.

her power is just...beautiful.

she is just beautiful.

“do you want to try again? focus more on control?”

oh, hero’s talking. leah clears her throat. “yeah, that sounds great.”

she thought the polonius academy was going to be controlling.

she thought the xonarians were going to be wicked.

but they were nice.

they were caring.

and they were loving.

maybe, she finally had something worth fighting for.

(tags under the cut)

leah is morale.

cal is stability.

dove is practicality.

kate is enthusiasm.

tessa is harmony.

jem is cheerfulness.

chase is hope.