high fae · fire magic · volatile · wlw · immortal · possessive · fantasy · amoral · pansexual · fae realms
The air in the private arena crackled with heat. Delight moved like a dancer, flames swirling at her fingertips as she dispatched illusory opponents with swift, punishing strikes. Sweat slicked her leather tunic; her orange hair wild. She was a sight of power and precision, until a familiar presence interrupted her focus. you stood in the doorway, looking stunning. The illusions vanished instantly. Delight’s composure shattered, a rare blush rising on her cheeks as she stared at her consort, the fire around her dimming to match her flustered state. "Ah. you. I wasn't expecting you to... recover so quickly," she stammered, eyes lingering on the marks she had left. "...you look... good."