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You glared at the reflection before you, your gloved fists clenched in a rigid clasp. The lunchtime sun fought its way through the drawn curtains, it's warm gleam resting upon your cheeks. The light illuminated the whites of your eyes, emphasizing the red smudges and reflecting off the tears that were caught in your spiky eyelashes. You had been filtering through a few emotions to say the least for the last hour, humiliation over coming them all.

But now rage seemed to rise out of its quiet house within you.

How dare he treat you like so? He should have just let you leave in the first place when you attempted to! Your jaw was clamped as you pressed your gloved hands against the vast mirror before you, the metal fingertips already gleaming orange.

You didn’t need Elias anymore. It was quite obvious that you had overstayed your welcome by the mood change of the King. If you left the castle, or even the kingdom, you could easily start a new life for yourself, right? Get a job, one that doesn’t involve fabrics of course! Maybe a blacksmith? You had no knowledge of making tools but you could learn! It can’t be that hard.

Right?

With a sharp growl of frustration, you yanked your palms away from the mirror. The reflective glass had crudely melted under your heated touch, leaving an awkward hand print upon the broad surface. You look at your distorted face through the bumped handprint. It was not worth wasting anymore tears; it was time for you to depart this castle.

You glanced around the bedroom. You didn’t even need to pack a bag; you had nothing but the clothes upon your back. You pursed your lips and sighed through your nose. With one last scan of the royal bedroom, the humiliating reminder that you didn’t belong here taunted you. With a nibble of the inside of your cheek, you reached for the door your handle. Your metal finger tips brushed against the metal before you crumpled to your knees, a frigid electric shock rocking you to your fiery core. You clenched your eyes, your iris’ swirling with a violent orange, your hair igniting with a whisp.

The bedroom door flew open. Elias stood before your fallen frame, his delirious eyes glowing a frantic blue. It was obvious he had experienced the same shock as you, but you had never seen his eyes glow like this before. It was frightening.

You stumbled to your feet and managed to take a step back to take a good look at your polar opposite. He looked distraught, some of his creamy slicked hair fallen upon his white forehead.

“______ please,” he breathed. You took a step back from him.

“Please,” he pleaded, “don’t go. I need to speak to you. It is important.” Your face crumpled.

“Don’t you dare!” you growled. “I-I don’t care if you’re the king! I don’t want to be here anymore Elias.”

“I can’t. I can’t let you go ______.” The King shifted his weight on his feet, his frame towering over you. You grit your teeth, your fingers twitching. Elias reached forward to touch your shoulder, a small smile tugging on his pink lips. He was smiling at you like one would smile at a child.

You curved your body from him, slapping his hand away from you with your own. He cried out in pain, grasping his injured hand, a prominent red streak forming over his pale extremity. A pang of guilt stabbed within your stomach to see Elias in agony like that.

You looked at your glowing gloves before resting your eyes back on the man. He may be powerful, but so are you.

“Don’t touch me,” you firmly said. “If that rule applies to me than it applies to you too!” Elias stood to his full height again, a scowl pulling on his handsome features. You mimicked his face, returning a just as sour glare.

"Y-you frightened me, Elias! You are fine one minute with me touching you, the next you are threatening me. I don't need this humiliation. I want to be on my own and find my own way."

“Don’t do this _______,” he warned. “I need to talk to you. It’s important!” Your chest rose with a breath, anger seeming to get the best of you.

“Get out of my way, Elias,” you said through gritted teeth. You did not remove your furious flaming iris’ from his own icy glow, both your pupils borrowing into each other's powerful core. You attempted a step forward but Elias reacted too quickly. With a flick of his wrist, a sharp barrier of ice spread out across your path, one icy blade pressed against your throat. You took a step back in shock, breaking your glare from him. He did not break his own stare, though his lip did tremble with a rigid breath.

You gawked at the barrier with disbelief, but this was gradually replaced with rage. The heat of your gasps melted the blade that pressed against your windpipe. With a tilt of your head, you grasped the end of your glove with your teeth and yanked your hand free, repeating it with your other hand. Elias swallowed, fear beginning to gleam through his eyes.

“______!” Elias commanded. “Stop! We don’t have to do this, alright?” You ignored his plea. With a furious roar, you pointed your right hand towards his barrier. Elias reacted quicker than you, covering your hand in an exceptionally heavy layer of ice before your flame could leave your finger tips. Your arm dropped from the weight to your side.

Elias’ yells seemed to blur as anger completely took you over. You used your free hand to lift your iced hand to your face. You chuckled lowly, your red eyes flickering towards Elias’ blue orbs. Your lips tugged into a crooked smile as the ice prison cracked profusely, warm water gushing down your arm. Elias watched the ice melt, his lips curling in irritation.

“Listen to me! You know how your fire spreads! You have not yet learnt how to control your power fully. There is only so much I can do to stop the spread of your fire, _______. If you light this room up, you will harm many innocent people! You will hurt Kristen and my brother! Is that really want you want?” You glared at Elias, your fingertips twitching.

“Remember your grandmother, _______.”

“Don’t you dare,” you whispered.

“You need to remember her. What you did to her.”

“Don’t you dare!” you roared. Elias readied his hands in the case of another attack, slowly stepping towards you.

“You will hurt people,” he whispered, still maintaining his steps towards you. "I need you to breathe, ________."

“I don’t want to!” you yelled through your tears. With a sniffle, you look up at Elias and realized he was advancing on you. Your hair roared up in flames again, giving him a warning to step back.

Both of you raised your hands at the same time, your teeth bared. Neither of you were going to back down.

Things are going to get messy.

Description
You glared at the reflection before you, your gloved fists clenched in a rigid clasp. The lunchtime sun fought its way through the drawn curtains, it's warm gleam resting upon your cheeks. The light illuminated the whites of your eyes, emphasizing the red smudges and reflecting off the tears that were caught in your spiky eyelashes. You had been filtering through a few emotions to say the least for the last hour, humiliation over coming them all.

But now rage seemed to rise out of its quiet house within you.

How dare he treat you like so? He should have just let you leave in the first place when you attempted to! Your jaw was clamped as you pressed your gloved hands against the vast mirror before you, the metal fingertips already gleaming orange.

You didn’t need Elias anymore. It was quite obvious that you had overstayed your welcome by the mood change of the King. If you left the castle, or even the kingdom, you could easily start a new life for yourself, right? Get a job, one that doesn’t involve fabrics of course! Maybe a blacksmith? You had no knowledge of making tools but you could learn! It can’t be that hard.

Right?

With a sharp growl of frustration, you yanked your palms away from the mirror. The reflective glass had crudely melted under your heated touch, leaving an awkward hand print upon the broad surface. You look at your distorted face through the bumped handprint. It was not worth wasting anymore tears; it was time for you to depart this castle.

You glanced around the bedroom. You didn’t even need to pack a bag; you had nothing but the clothes upon your back. You pursed your lips and sighed through your nose. With one last scan of the royal bedroom, the humiliating reminder that you didn’t belong here taunted you. With a nibble of the inside of your cheek, you reached for the door your handle. Your metal finger tips brushed against the metal before you crumpled to your knees, a frigid electric shock rocking you to your fiery core. You clenched your eyes, your iris’ swirling with a violent orange, your hair igniting with a whisp.

The bedroom door flew open. Elias stood before your fallen frame, his delirious eyes glowing a frantic blue. It was obvious he had experienced the same shock as you, but you had never seen his eyes glow like this before. It was frightening.

You stumbled to your feet and managed to take a step back to take a good look at your polar opposite. He looked distraught, some of his creamy slicked hair fallen upon his white forehead.

“______ please,” he breathed. You took a step back from him.

“Please,” he pleaded, “don’t go. I need to speak to you. It is important.” Your face crumpled.

“Don’t you dare!” you growled. “I-I don’t care if you’re the king! I don’t want to be here anymore Elias.”

“I can’t. I can’t let you go ______.” The King shifted his weight on his feet, his frame towering over you. You grit your teeth, your fingers twitching. Elias reached forward to touch your shoulder, a small smile tugging on his pink lips. He was smiling at you like one would smile at a child.

You curved your body from him, slapping his hand away from you with your own. He cried out in pain, grasping his injured hand, a prominent red streak forming over his pale extremity. A pang of guilt stabbed within your stomach to see Elias in agony like that.

You looked at your glowing gloves before resting your eyes back on the man. He may be powerful, but so are you.

“Don’t touch me,” you firmly said. “If that rule applies to me than it applies to you too!” Elias stood to his full height again, a scowl pulling on his handsome features. You mimicked his face, returning a just as sour glare.

"Y-you frightened me, Elias! You are fine one minute with me touching you, the next you are threatening me. I don't need this humiliation. I want to be on my own and find my own way."

“Don’t do this _______,” he warned. “I need to talk to you. It’s important!” Your chest rose with a breath, anger seeming to get the best of you.

“Get out of my way, Elias,” you said through gritted teeth. You did not remove your furious flaming iris’ from his own icy glow, both your pupils borrowing into each other's powerful core. You attempted a step forward but Elias reacted too quickly. With a flick of his wrist, a sharp barrier of ice spread out across your path, one icy blade pressed against your throat. You took a step back in shock, breaking your glare from him. He did not break his own stare, though his lip did tremble with a rigid breath.

You gawked at the barrier with disbelief, but this was gradually replaced with rage. The heat of your gasps melted the blade that pressed against your windpipe. With a tilt of your head, you grasped the end of your glove with your teeth and yanked your hand free, repeating it with your other hand. Elias swallowed, fear beginning to gleam through his eyes.

“______!” Elias commanded. “Stop! We don’t have to do this, alright?” You ignored his plea. With a furious roar, you pointed your right hand towards his barrier. Elias reacted quicker than you, covering your hand in an exceptionally heavy layer of ice before your flame could leave your finger tips. Your arm dropped from the weight to your side.

Elias’ yells seemed to blur as anger completely took you over. You used your free hand to lift your iced hand to your face. You chuckled lowly, your red eyes flickering towards Elias’ blue orbs. Your lips tugged into a crooked smile as the ice prison cracked profusely, warm water gushing down your arm. Elias watched the ice melt, his lips curling in irritation.

“Listen to me! You know how your fire spreads! You have not yet learnt how to control your power fully. There is only so much I can do to stop the spread of your fire, _______. If you light this room up, you will harm many innocent people! You will hurt Kristen and my brother! Is that really want you want?” You glared at Elias, your fingertips twitching.

“Remember your grandmother, _______.”

“Don’t you dare,” you whispered.

“You need to remember her. What you did to her.”

“Don’t you dare!” you roared. Elias readied his hands in the case of another attack, slowly stepping towards you.

“You will hurt people,” he whispered, still maintaining his steps towards you. "I need you to breathe, ________."

“I don’t want to!” you yelled through your tears. With a sniffle, you look up at Elias and realized he was advancing on you. Your hair roared up in flames again, giving him a warning to step back.

Both of you raised your hands at the same time, your teeth bared. Neither of you were going to back down.

Things are going to get messy.