the devil in the mirror; scorch + any

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

With a charmingly lopsided smile, her darling son subtly ignores any disagreeable points in their meeting. His calm voice and soft laugh sooths any of Scorch’s ruffled feathers; she has always been fond of her sons. Each a true individual, but all interconnected somehow. Her daughters, on the other hand, have pressed her patience. Then again, the patience she has for her daughters might not be quite as large as the one she has for her sons. Call her prejudice, call her sexist; it’s simply her motherly nature.

“No harm was caused,” She comments dryly, rolling her dragon eyes softly. “After ten kids, a little bit of alone time could be considered healing.” She echoes his deep laugh with a deeper one, almost as though she could stand in place of Hestoni in his absence. In reality however, Scorch would never quite be able to live up to the red titan’s legend. Not many truly knew him; not like she did. Never like she did. And a small, selfish part of her wants to keep it that way.

“I am…” She paused, attempting to find the right word. “Not weary. Static, perhaps.” Massively scarred shoulders roll as she continues to analyze her feelings; something that she will and has never been any good at. “The Jungle thrives, but She grows bored.” Her eyes glaze over for a moment, caught up in a dream where she relinquishes the very thing she worked for three decades for: the throne.

“But of fucking course, I’m too ambitious to give up yet. I’ll find a way to captivate Her as of yet.” A half sly, half curious look swells in her navy eyes. Eager to leave the topic of her eventual demise, Scorch asks: “What is it you have in mind for the future, young man?” Who on earth knew that Scorch could be so affectionate?

Well. She’s also pregnant again, so there’s always that.

Scorch

Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle