Ira

"The final act." 𝙶𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 I don’t charge this time. That’s the first thing I notice—and the thing I hate most. My feet stay planted while the wind coils around me, purple and sharp, waiting for permission. The battlefield hums with noise—Glitter Heart shouting orders, sparks cracking through the air—but my focus narrows. I breathe once. Just once. The daggers don’t scatter. They line up, obedient, like they finally understand what I want. “You’re hesitating,” Marmo snaps from behind me. “I’m choosing,” I answer, and the word tastes unfamiliar. I move, and it’s cleaner than before. The wind cuts instead of explodes. The daggers strike where I point, not where my temper flings them. Fewer monsters spill from my power—no bloated rage, no excess. Each one lands hard and fast, fueled by intent instead of impulse. It should feel weaker. It doesn’t. It feels controlled. That scares me more than losing ever did. The Glitter Force pushes back, brighter, louder. Glitter Heart meets my attack head-on, eyes steady. I almost grin. Almost. I don’t need the laugh anymore to prove I’m enjoying this. The thought flickers—and with it, a surge of disdain tries to rise. I clamp down before it spills. Not now. Not like this. “You’ve changed,” Glitter Heart calls out. 💕(Opening) ૮(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)ა “Don’t flatter yourself,” I snap, and send a blade skimming past her guard. Close enough to sting. Not enough to finish. My temper flares at the restraint, heat rushing up my spine. I welcome it, then leash it. The storm bends. It doesn’t break. And then I see you