[private] wanna hear my beating heart one last time; levi.

[Ceara]

let me pick your brain, girl.
and tell me how they got that pretty little face on that pretty little frame.

Ceara looked at him, her body was trembling.

If only he had known what she had been through. It almost seemed that time had frozen, and she had gone off and left this conversation, lived a hundred lifetimes, before being dropped surreptitiously back inside her own body. She studied Levi, looking at him with new, unfettered eyes. She was no longer the child who had taken off in a panic underneath the trees, looking for an escape from her problems to Nerine.

She listens to him, and her heart is breaking. Not just for the pain he inflicted with his dishonesty, but for the pain he is feeling. What are we doing to ourselves, behaving this way?

Wordlessly, she steps forward, and embraces her brother, wrapping her head around his neck and bringing him close. The words fall from her mouth like hot ash, her body trembling with the heat that has entered her body, almost begging to be tested. “I know, brother. And I am sorry I ran.”

She steps back, a heaviness in her eyes, and awkwardness there. It was so weird being back home, on 4 legs instead of 2. How long had she been different? How long had time been frozen here, in this spot? She shook her head, a slight dazing effect swirling around her eyes as she tried to retain focus of her brother. She smiles at him coyly, before narrowing her eyes and looking at him, attempting to heat him from the inside out - seeing if her powers had any effects. The Creator had told her… well. No matter what he told her.

She was a daughter of Offspring, fire was in her blood. And she hisses, albeit sweetly, to make her point abundantly clear. “I would go to the ends of the Earth for you. I would keep your secrets, I would protect you. I would kill to keep you safe, if need be.”

And then, her tongue runs the line of her lips, smiling at him again, her ears erect and facing forward. The flames lick at her heels and touch her belly as she is slowly enveloped in fire. No, this was not the same Ceara who had run from Tephra. She was not the gangly girl unsure of her spot in life, just barely out of puberty. She was changed - different. Older. Her words come again, looking at him - a fire there that moves within, sass that just won’t be denied any longer.

“But don’t fucking lie to me again, Levi.”

ceara

offspring x reagan, smoke healing & fire negation

@[Levi]