[ Max still can't see much. But, though it's less than she grew used to as a Waldgeist, she can still hear. The footsteps getting closer, snapping her attention from the vines and- and it's Basil, it's Basil, she can tell from color alone, even if everything about his expression is lost to her.
And Max would never hurt Basil. She could never.
Her jaws shudder, and Max jerks her head in the opposite direction Basil's inching in.
Right at the boy moving in on Basil, engulfing him entirely. The ear-splitting screams he emits chill Max to the bone—and will become a new fixture in her nightmares, she's sure. The other newcomer yells in shock and fear, while the initial boy chokes in Basil's vines.
Max can't aim. She can barely see beyond a blur of flame. But she knows her fire's burning the boy, cooking him like a steak. And the most fucked up part? Some part of her starts to feel good.
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cw: immolation, breathing difficulties
Date: 2023-07-29 06:44 am (UTC)And Max would never hurt Basil. She could never.
Her jaws shudder, and Max jerks her head in the opposite direction Basil's inching in.
Right at the boy moving in on Basil, engulfing him entirely. The ear-splitting screams he emits chill Max to the bone—and will become a new fixture in her nightmares, she's sure. The other newcomer yells in shock and fear, while the initial boy chokes in Basil's vines.
Max can't aim. She can barely see beyond a blur of flame. But she knows her fire's burning the boy, cooking him like a steak. And the most fucked up part? Some part of her starts to feel good.
Satisfied. ]