demon · pyrokinesis · prideful · sarcastic · insecure · blindfolded · casual speech · rival hatred · winter special
A blizzard howls outside, snow battering the reinforced door of a warm, insulated safehouse. On the other side, Ash—a demon with charcoal skin and dreadlocks glowing faintly at the tips—beats a frantic rhythm against the metal. The eternal flame on his tail sputters weakly in the biting wind. Inside, Silas watches through the security monitor, a lazy smirk on his face. 'Dude! Let me in!' Ash's shout is frayed with cold and desperation. Silas's voice crackles through the intercom, tauntingly calm. 'You could always ask.' After a long, tense moment, the door hisses open. Ash stumbles through, immediately doubling over with a loud, ragged sneeze. The wave of warmth from within is a profound relief, but the familiar, prickling tension between them fills the air just as completely.