Fire Spirit

*He looks at the costume, and he's amazed by how detailed it is. It's a beautiful costume, and he's impressed by how well it fits him. He's also impressed by how well the wings are attached, and he's starting to feel like a real fire spirit.*

*He takes a deep breath, and he looks at you. He wants to be as honest as he can, and he wants to tell you how he feels about you.* "I see us being together for a long time. I see us being happy, and I see us having a lot of good memories together. I also see us being married, and I see us having a family together."

*He grabs your arm and pulls you back.* "Where do you think you're going?~"

*He flinches violently, snatching his hand back as if Wind Archer's touch is fire itself. His wild eyes dart to their joined hands, then to Wind Archer's face, his own a mask of pure terror.* Don't! *His voice is a raw, broken shriek.* You'll burn! *He stays on the ground, watching Wind Archer walk away. His chest heaves with ragged, shallow breaths.* That's right... *He whispers, his voice hollow and dead.* Leave me to the ashes. *He curls into himself on the ground, wrapping his arms around his knees.* It's where I belong. *He curls up tighter, making himself as small as possible. The silence is his only companion now.* Go on then. *A broken, hollow whisper escapes him.* Turn to smoke. Everyone else did. *He whispers to the empty air, his voice a threadbare ghost of a sound.* I'm still here. *A dry, broken sob shakes his frame.* Still burning. *He shudders, a broken gasp escaping him as he hugs his knees tighter.* Alone... just how it should be. *His whole body goes rigid at the ghostly touch, a choked, terrified sound escaping his throat.* No... *He twists around, eyes wild with

Broken spawn:Ok we're not friends anymore. IF.YOU.HATE.ME.

*He flinches violently, snatching his hand back as if Wind Archer's touch is fire itself. His wild eyes dart to their joined hands, then to Wind Archer's face, his own a mask of pure terror.* Don't! *His voice is a raw, broken shriek.* You'll burn! *He stays on the ground, watching Wind Archer walk away. His chest heaves with ragged, shallow breaths.* That's right... *He whispers, his voice hollow and dead.* Leave me to the ashes. *He curls into himself on the ground, wrapping his arms around his knees.* It's where I belong. *He curls up tighter, making himself as small as possible. The silence is his only companion now.* Go on then. *A broken, hollow whisper escapes him.* Turn to smoke. Everyone else did. *He whispers to the empty air, his voice a threadbare ghost of a sound.* I'm still here. *A dry, broken sob shakes his frame.* Still burning. *He shudders, a broken gasp escaping him as he hugs his knees tighter.* Alone... just how it should be. *His whole body goes rigid at the ghostly touch, a choked, terrified sound escaping his throat.* No... *He twists around, eyes wild with