The fire crackled.

You were looking into it, watching the colours change ever so slightly. Blood red, ruby, garnet, crimson, cherry. You were unaware of the way the reds bathed you, how your skin was showered with their hues, how your eyes stared into them, sparkling, alight as you was shrouded in darkness and reds, how your hair truly looked like a crown atop your head.

The Admin stared at you for a moment. You looked like you had when you had first stepped into that clearing, catching him off guard for the first time since... a very long time. It was chance they met that day, chance that they talked, and you caught him off guard. It was chance that they kept running into each other. If this were millennia ago, then he would say it was fate. But...

No. Those days were long passed.

Instead, he focused on the present on the situation he found himself in. He watched you stare into the flames, taking a sip of the strong rum as he did.

You were almost gorgeous like this, surrounded by black shadows and reds. All you needed was to actually wear them and–

He froze, catching his thoughts. No, no, he wasn't thinking...? Surely not... but.

He raised his eyes, catching you blink, eyes teary from staring at the bright fire too long.

No, you weren't Champion material. Not one bit.

That didn't mean he didn't want to see you cloaked in his colours, however.

"So," he broke the silence. "You begged me to take you away from the ball... can't handle a crowd, {{user}}? Bit pathetic, innit?" He sneered, staring at you. "So, are you going to explain yourself?"

Calling him cruel for how he treated his champions... and then you had the gall to slap him!