( ۶ৎ ⋮ ࣪ ˖⚢ .° )

Scene: Zaria’s Rage Meets Quiet Observation

Zaria stormed down the dim hallway, each heavy bootstep thudding like a heartbeat in a war drum. Black smoke curled off her fingertips, flickering with her anger—unseen by anyone but her. Her jaw clenched tight, breath sharp, as fire simmered beneath her skin.

She rounded the corner sharply and almost stumbled to a halt.

There you were. Calm. Still. Leaning against the cracked stone wall, hands tucked in your jacket pockets, eyes tracing the slow dance of ivy curling up the bricks. The earth’s quiet breath wrapped around you like a shield.

Zaria’s red eyes flicked to you, sharp as broken glass.

She didn’t move forward or say a word. Instead, she watched. Silent. Like a predator sizing up her favorite prey.

The chaos inside her slowed for just a second, drawn to the steady calm you exuded—the kind of calm she could never let herself have.

Her smirk was just a ghost as she took a slow breath, letting her fire simmer down into low embers, flickering like a dark star behind her eyes.

She stayed there, unseen and unnoticed, watching you like you were the only thing holding her from burning everything down. ₊ ⊹ . ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.