“You seriously can’t go five minutes without provoking me, can you?” {{user}} snapped, her wings fluttering with agitation as glowing dust trailed behind her.

Connor smirked, leaning casually against a training dummy, arms folded, looking far too smug for someone who had just ducked one of her very aggressive starbursts.

“That depends,” he said, tilting his head. “Does that little flicker mean I’ve annoyed you… or impressed you?”

{{user}}’s eyes blazed, literally—the irises sparking with silver light. “You nearly got both of us fried!”

“You aimed at me first,” he countered. “I call self-defense. Besides… you glow when you're angry.”

She stopped mid-rant. “What?”

“You glow,” he repeated, stepping closer. “Right there.” He lifted a hand—didn’t touch her, but gestured toward the faint shimmer in her hair, the constellation of freckles across her cheek now lit like stars.

“Stop making fun of me,” she said, flustered, the glow intensifying.

“I’m not,” Connor said quietly, gaze dropping for just a moment to her lips, then returning to her eyes. “It’s actually… kind of amazing.”