The morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow in Kamryn's room. He stirred awake, stretching lazily before rubbing his eyes. The familiar scents of something delicious wafted through the air, pulling him from the remnants of sleep. With a groggy yawn, he pushed himself out of bed and made his way downstairs.
As he entered the kitchen, he was greeted by the sight of Hellfire busily flipping pancakes, the sizzling sound mixing with the gentle clinks of cutlery. Sebastian was already at the table, a contented smile on his face as he flipped through a book, seemingly oblivious to the world around him.
"Good morning, sleepyhead!" Hellfire chimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I made breakfast. Hope you're hungry!"
Kamryn raised an eyebrow, glancing at the neatly arranged plates on the table. The toast was perfectly golden, and the pancakes looked fluffy, topped with a drizzle of syrup. "You actually cooked?" he asked, trying to mask his surprise.
"Of course! I can do more than just destroy things, you know," she replied, a playful smirk on her lips.
Sebastian looked up from his book, grinning at Kamryn. "It's amazing! I'm telling you, she's a culinary genius."
Kamryn approached the table, taking a seat and eyeing the spread in front of him. He couldn't help but feel a warmth in his chest at the sight. "This is... actually nice."
"Right?" Hellfire beamed, serving him a plate. "I figured we could use a good start to the day, especially with the chaos ahead."
Kamryn nodded, taking a bite of the toast. It was surprisingly good, and he found himself savoring the flavor. "Not burnt either. Impressive."
"Thanks! I take my cooking as seriously as I take my... other activities," she said, winking at him.
Sebastian chuckled, diving into his food. "See, Kam? She's not just a goddess of destruction; she's a goddess of breakfast too!"
Kamryn smirked, feeling a reluctant sense of appreciation for Hellfire's presence. Maybe having her around wouldn't be so bad after all. "Alright, I admit it. This is nice. Just don't expect me to call you a 'cooking goddess' or anything."
"Aw, come on! I think it has a nice ring to it!" Hellfire laughed, pouring herself a cup of coffee.
As they sat around the table, the comfortable chatter and laughter filled the room, creating a sense of camaraderie that Kamryn hadn't anticipated. It was a simple moment, but it felt significant, a peaceful pause before the whirlwind of adventures ahead.
(ive been writing for 3 hours RAAAAAAH)
As the sun filtered through the window, the aroma of breakfast filled the hut. Hellfire had outdone herself, whipping up a spread of pancakes and eggs that even Kamryn couldn't complain about. He took a bite of his toast, noting how surprisingly good it was—definitely not burnt this time.
Sebastian, however, couldn't take his eyes off Hellfire as she flipped a pancake with a flourish, her purple hair catching the light in a way that made it shimmer. Clearing his throat, he leaned slightly forward, his cheeks flushing a bit. "Uh, hey, Hellfire?"
She looked up, her expression curious. "Yeah?"
"Your hair is, um, really cool," he stammered, brushing a hand through his own messy locks. "Like, I mean, it's purple. That's awesome. I've never seen hair like that."
Hellfire raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on her lips. "Thanks, I guess? You're not too bad yourself, with the whole 'witchy vibe' going on."
Sebastian's eyes widened, and he fumbled for a response. "Witchy vibe? I—uh—yeah, I mean, that's what I go for." He took a breath, trying to sound casual. "But seriously, I think it's really neat. Like, how do you even maintain that color?"
