( she’ll find him settled over the hood of the hovercar, palms flat to the glass, chest glowing that burning blue. jaw clenched, expression fixed in grim determination as he pushes heat out through his fingers and into the safety glass.
the sweat beading at his brow could be due to exertion or to the heat. it doesn’t matter. eventually, fractures begin to form. spiral outward from where palm meets glass. and it’s difficult. it’s difficult because he’s never attempted anything like this before, restricting himself to playing with the temperatures of terrible fake coffee and never really bringing himself to push it further than that.
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the sweat beading at his brow could be due to exertion or to the heat. it doesn’t matter. eventually, fractures begin to form. spiral outward from where palm meets glass. and it’s difficult. it’s difficult because he’s never attempted anything like this before, restricting himself to playing with the temperatures of terrible fake coffee and never really bringing himself to push it further than that.
but it’s working.
it’s working and that’s all that matters. )