Amo Tu (AsraXFemaleCharacter)

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"These small scars on my palm." I said, running my fingers over them and looking up at death.

"To your right." Death replied and I entered the door.

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*~{["Ready, Umbra?"

"I watch you."

"Okay. Three, two..."

Asra turned the palm of his soft hand to the stars, spreading his fingers, and Faust wrapping around his wrist.

"One."

Smoky light began to twist out of the midst of his hand like incense, shaping itself into various sea creatures.

The luminescent, smoky figures danced around them both like ghostly dancers at a postmortem ball.

Umbra placed a finger into the heart of one of the figures, making it morph into a different animal.

She giggled.

"Lie down." Asra whispered as he gently set himself on his back against the ground, making sure to not disturb the air and the dancers.

Umbra lied herself on the ground, brushing her shoulder against his and taking in his calming scent of the incense that always burned in the shop.

Creatures from all different dimensions were animated dancing above their heads, swiftly dodging each star in the sky.

They morphed into the bright constellations before twisting back into it's original shape.

"What hocus pocus is this? You have to teach me this one." Umbra chuckled in her heavy accent.

Asra tilted his head to look into her eyes. "I must say, Umbra. Your Vesuvian is getting so much better. Your sentences are almost perfect."

Umbra bowed her head slightly. "Many thanks to you. A good teacher."

"Oh, that reminds me, how's your fire magic that we were working on going?"

Umbra turned her palm to the sky, positioning her fingers and focusing her magic in the heat of the middle of her hand.

Fire exploded out of her palm like a striked match, then calmed and shrunk to resemble a candle's flame.

"This good, yes?"

She watched the fire dance in his eyes as he studied it.

"Optissimus, Umbra."
("Very good, Umbra.")

"Thank you, I think it my best technique so far." She replied.

Asra nodded in agreement. "You might be better than I am at it."

Umbra subtly shook her head. "Nooo."

He lifted his hand, letting the fire burst out of it messily.

It spurted and flickered until it stuttered out.

He looked over to her and laughed. "I always had trouble with fire. Never practiced it much."

She smiled and took his soft hands in her calloused and scarred one.

She gently took each finger and repositioned them to mirror hers.

"Placement matters. Now try." She motioned to his hand.

Asra let the flame detonate through his palm, this time in a larger and cleaner flame.

"Wow, you've really mastered this one, haven't you?"

Umbra shrugged. "I practice most."

"Here, give me your hands." Asra said, pushing himself up from the ground and holding out his smooth hands to her.