fire, feathers, and a little bit of gore // vale and renlys

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ three-eyed crow

Procrastinating on the many things an ardent needed to do, the crow flew lazy circles above the Pitt’s settlement. The sun hadn’t yet crested the horizon, and the faint light leaking into the sky wasn’t enough to warm the desert from its frigid nighttime temperatures.

Vale told verself that ve’d begin dealing with the todo list ve shared with Olalla once the underground tunnels beneath the Pitt’s territory became toasty during the daytime. This wasn’t strictly necessary to get started on work, but fuck getting up at the crack of dawn for anything but flying. The only thing Vale missed about suffering a breakdown in the middle of nowhere was the freedom to feel the wind in vis feathers anytime ve liked, without having to consider responsibilities.

Eh, there was one other thing Vale missed. Ve belched out a fireball and watched it drop all the way to the sands below, bursting against a boulder.

[member=23135]Renlys[/member]

YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]