[Fiammetta Thorne]
What was she suppose to make of this now? First, playing a game of dodging with a bipedal lizard, before a scythe had slipped through the night air to keep it pinned down by its tail as an unknown person entered into the scene, staring at her before moving to end the miserable creatureās life as if it were nothing. The form of the monster crystallized, before it disintegrated rather quickly following this stranger running his hand right through its head. Despite the rather . . . abnormal series of events that had played out before her so quickly, Fia remained where sheād landed before, following the last round of dodging sheād played with the lizard. The expression carried upon the suited young womanās face was one of disinterest, it remained upon her face as a scowl, the sort she always held on her features. Still crouched toward the ground, a hand at her front on the pavement below, her eyelids drew a bit lower as it was this unknown quickly swept the scythe up from where it remained, planted into the asphalt of the road, before he left it to rest against his shoulder.
This stolen life of hers was about to undergo a rather drastic change . . . wasnāt it? Change was not something she deserved, she was meant to live out her mundane days in misery, knowing forever what it was that she was guilty of taking the life that was supposed to have belonged to her sister. It was meant to remain unchanging, nothing was suppose to happen to interrupt all she knew and all that made her wallow through the days and seconds as she did.
But that thing, that reptilian monster. . . . There was no doubt that it was beyond all her earthly knowledge, whether or not she was numb toward this situation, toward this person who seemed to have came to her rescue, this was something that wasnāt supposed to be happening.
Fia kept her sage-eyes upon the man, a part of her wondered if he was going to expect her to treat him like he was her knight in shining armor or whatever for apparently saving her life from whatever. Tch, whatever, this is over and Iām ready to go home, and to continue on with this thieved existence of mine.
He turned toward her before he spoke, āFiammetta Roselle Thorneā¦fitting name, for the new Reaper of Fire.ā
To hearing her full name spoken, to hear some stranger know her full name when there was no way that knowledge would be held by them, Fia couldnāt help but raise an eyebrow in questioning. Slowly, she ascended back upward, standing up to her full height, keeping her disinterested gaze upon this scythe-wielder. How the Hell did he know her name? As if it werenāt enough that something had gone and interrupted her established routine. . . .
There slipped from her only a sigh as the sense of apathy returned, she didnāt care if he knew her name, she didnāt care about the thing that had triggered a sense of danger within her before, Fia didnāt care about what was meant by ānew Reaper of Fireā either. Unless it meant that she was going to be granted her wish to vanish away, the term and this man held no importance to her. Life was to continue on regardless of whatever bizarre happening had occurred just before her, so why would it matter if she gave it thought? The only thing that mattered now to her was to live out her life, always remembering what it was she was guilty of.
Expression returning to its usualāa scowl, an apathetic one as it was Fia came to slip her gloved hands back into her front pockets and her head tilted forward again, giving her a somewhat hunched over appearance. ā. . . .unless whatever youāre talking about is going to let me finally die, whatever the freak just happened with the giant lizard and you, I donāt care.ā
She stepped forward, walking back toward the sidewalk to continue her trek homeward. The little life within her eyes had vanished once again, leaving them wholly idle, empty and devoid. Though intent on leaving now, there was something within that stopped Fia dead in her tracks. Thereād been nothing before, she had felt little but questioning beforehand, when it was she had looked at this stranger with the scythe, but with her back to him, as she tried to walk away a strange jolt slipped through her body, a sense of knowing, familiarity, something that didnāt belong there.
āMmph?ā slipped from Fiaās throat as she stopped walking, her hands remaining within her pockets while her eyes widened. Why was this happening to her now? What was happening? Why did she know his . . . ? Fiaās body went rigid, and she did not turn around to look the supposed-to-be stranger as the familiarity took hold of her. Though there surfaced within her no conscious recollection, or memories, there did come with the sentiment of knowing, a name. A name that felt like it belonged to the scythe-wielder. Though she did not mean for it to, Fia found the name slipping from between her lips quietly, in a manner most questioning as for a moment she forgot of the guilt she carried. ā. . . .Morgan?ā