4th January 2010
Phoenix hadn't slept at all that night.
His fiery hair was a mess, as if he had just rolled out of bed and tumbled into a wind-tunnel. Having stayed by Flame's bedside for the whole night in the Fire Kingdom's hospital, praying to whatever higher power that existed to let his best friend live, he had obviously gotten incredibly stressed out, to the point where he was practically pulling out his hair.
The dark circles around his eyes looked absolutely awful, but appearance was the last thing on his mind. He could easily catch up on sleep; he could not ever find a best friend like Flame, and so cherished every moment with her while she lay still in her hospital bed.
Phoenix took in every detail of her while she slept. If he lost her, he never wanted to forget how beautiful she was.
Her light freckles over the bridge of her nose, some of which, at one time, he had joined up with a pen and made a heart-shape.
Her long, dark eyelashes that highlighted her gorgeous red eyes, and fluttered like butterfly wings when she was opening her eyes in the morning.
Her little pointy ears that poked through her thick hair, and that Phoenix often loved to tease her about by calling her an elf or 'Santa's Little Helper.'
Her pale, rose-pink lips and the way they had felt when they (accidentally) shared a kiss.
Her ruby-red eyes - the way they conveyed her emotions so perfectly and were far too easy to get lost in. The color of red roses.
Her fiery mane of hair, with her bangs swept over her left eye - the eye that Blackout had taken a knife to - and falling in messy waves past the middle of her back. Though she had a 'just rolled out of bed' type of look with her hair, it made it almost badass-looking. He wasn't sure why though.
Phoenix brushed her bangs out of her eyes and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. He then sat back down on the chair beside the hospital bed and leaned back, gazing out through the window at the Fire Kingdom for a few moments before returning his attention to Flame.
Her skin looked somehow paler than her usual ghostly-white complexion, and Phoenix wasn't sure how that could be possible, but figured that it probably had something to do with a loss of blood.
And she had lost a lot of blood.
He had found her lying on the bathroom floor, passed out in a pool of blood.
Wrists slashed open. Hair soaked with blood. Curled up into a ball.
Limp, but alive...
"You promised you'd never do this sort of thing again, Flame..." He whispered so as not to wake her.
"I'm sorry..."
Her voice caught him off-guard.
"Flame... How long have you been awake?" Phoenix asked, moving closer to her bedside and holding her hand.
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Ashes (Flame Ash Burned Backstory)
General Fiction"Everybody, everywhere, has heard of the Fire kingdom legend. Tales of it, the people who live there, and the royalty especially, have been told for centuries: from being ghostly sightings to bedtime stories. There was no reason to not know about it...
