Kaden Throne
Amethyst is on fire.
The orange and red hues lick at her porcelain skin, crawling at every inch until she is consumed by the flames.
However, the burning of skin never appeared. Instead, the flames became her second skin. The fire wasn’t causing any harm to her body whereas others would have been burned to death. Amethyst is still alive, and those flames are not endangering her. The last time I saw into her eyes, they were practically alive with fire but now – they lacked any sort of emotions. Amethyst wasn’t present, her soul asleep while something else takes over.
At the corner of my eye, Jasmine drops to her knees opposite Amethyst. Those green eyes reciprocating the action of being alive, dancing with strings of blue. The flames don’t reach her, not spilling
