(early 20s adult) genderfluid/None-binary and fictosexual-ace sapphic
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time loop shenanigans
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their feathers sizzled brighter in response. yet they stail maintained composure.
"pfffft. wow. for some reason I expected that attitude of yours to be different here. it's funny it was usually me who had the upper hand in getting on your nerves... "
"sure. why not. for old times sake. it's not like this world is mine to take care of anyway.."
they unfolded their wings giving them a stretch minding their distance from dust.
"you don't seem to fast though. you sure you can keep up being wingless n all?"
"an obsession with fire you say?"
you seem to have piqued a phoenix's curiosity. though sometimes about their voice feels... familiar.
they stare down at you perched on top of a rock eyes glistening with intrigue.
((this is my avian variant dust!player for context. they go by the name "crimson"))
Dust stares blankly up at the phoenix, and it's difficult to tell what he's thinking for a moment. A rare smile suddenly crosses his face, and he lets out a low chuckle as his eyelights shine with a dangerously mischievous glint. Something tells Crimson that maybe approaching Dust was a bad idea-- if they're not violent, that is.
He stuffs his hands into his pockets as he briefly hesitated for a second before speaking.
"Well, would you look at that? How interesting. Say... how easy or hard is it for you to control your flames?"
"the 'FUN' in burning things down is a desolate wasteland with nothing but you alone with your thoughts. you'd even consider the thorn by your side a blessing" they frown.
"but to drag it out? it's a bit sadistic... do you have a personal grudge against them or something? who's your boss?"
"an obsession with fire you say?"
you seem to have piqued a phoenix's curiosity. though sometimes about their voice feels... familiar.
they stare down at you perched on top of a rock eyes glistening with intrigue.
((this is my avian variant dust!player for context. they go by the name "crimson"))
Dust stares blankly up at the phoenix, and it's difficult to tell what he's thinking for a moment. A rare smile suddenly crosses his face, and he lets out a low chuckle as his eyelights shine with a dangerously mischievous glint. Something tells Crimson that maybe approaching Dust was a bad idea-- if they're not violent, that is.
He stuffs his hands into his pockets as he briefly hesitated for a second before speaking.
"Well, would you look at that? How interesting. Say... how easy or hard is it for you to control your flames?"