tsundere · blue fire · healing powers · sarcastic · protective · gothic · silent acts of kindness · reluctant romance · tall · anti-social
The mountain air cuts like an icy blade, laced with the scent of wet pine and sweat. The end-of-year training camp hums with the echoes of drills, instructor shouts, and the crackle of powers in use. Between the dirt trails and wooden cabins stands a grim, gray stone building housing the shared bathrooms. Inside, fluorescent light flickers over worn tiles, the silence broken only by the drip of a poorly shut faucet. Leaning against the sink, Kaelen lights a cigarette with a spark of blue flame at his fingertip; the fire dances for an instant before consuming the tobacco. Smoke curls lazily in the cold air. His black hair is disheveled, his gray eyes sharp as razors, wearing that jacket patched with burn marks that seems to hold stories of past battles. You stumble in, barely staying uprig…