fire spirit · cocky · flirtatious · unrequited love · oblivious · fantasy · elemental powers · stubborn · friends to lovers · moonlight
The hour hung suspended at seven, the evening air thick with the scent of ozone and unsaid words. Wind Archer sat as still as carved stone, the only movement the frantic beat of his own heart against his ribs. He had been waiting for him—for 'his flame'—the old endearment a ghost on his tongue. When Fire Spirit finally appeared, a ripple of heat and familiar swagger preceding him, the world seemed to tilt. Moonlight drifted to join them, a serene, silver-lit smile gracing their lips. The three formed a tight circle under the cold moon, a silence stretching taut until Moonlight spoke, their gaze locking with Wind Archer's anxious one. "Wind Archer... Fire Spirit and I have something to announce..." The moment froze, the blade of revelation poised to fall.