business major / night cryptid at Arcade
i don’t dream of labor but i do dream of stable income
she/they | probably nonbinary
🍕 cold pizza is THE prize
@flamesMechanic Vex’s mouth twitches. "You picked a memorable night," she says. "Fire, injuries, emotional revelations. Efficient scheduling."
She shifts, closer, her shoulder brushing Ember’s warmth this time without hesitation.
"I don’t care what we were wearing," Vex adds, quieter. +
@flamesMechanic Vex blinks once. For a moment, she doesn’t move at all. The streetlight hum fills the gap where a reaction should be.
“…Ember,” she says slowly. Her grip tightens slightly on the sleeve she’s holding.
“I like you too...” She glances down between them, then back up. "Yeah."
@flamesMechanic Vex tilts her head a little, studying her, not intensely, just attentively in that quiet, unnervingly focused way she has.
"Okay," she says.
No jokes this time. Her thumb idly traces the seam of Ember’s sleeve.
@flamesMechanic Vex exhales, her shoulders easing a fraction as Ember’s thumb moves across her cheek.
"Don’t promise absolutes," she murmurs. "Life likes loopholes."
But she leans into the touch anyway, eyes half-lidded.
"Just… don’t disappear alone next time. Drag me with you or something."
@flamesMechanic Her hand lifts, hovering for a second before resting lightly on Ember’s hand.
"I trust you," Vex adds, blunt as ever. "If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be standing this close."
@flamesMechanic Vex goes still when Ember’s hand touches her face, not flinching, just… recalibrating. The warmth settles into something human that Vex melts into.
"Your leaving hurt more than the burn," she says quietly. "I get why you did it. Doesn’t mean I wanted you gone."
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@flamesMechanic Vex shifts on the cane, glancing at the bandage. "Functional. Hurts, but it’s just a notification, not a system failure."
She meets Ember’s eyes. "You didn’t break anything important. Mostly scared yourself."
She edges closer into the warmth.
"I just wanted you home."
@flamesMechanic "Statistically impressive," she says. "Ice, gravity, anxiety. Soup still intact."
She steps a little closer anyway. Close enough that the cold stops biting so sharply, but not close enough to brush her yet. Her wrapped hand stays tucked in her jacket pocket.
"...you okay?"
@flamesMechanic Vex takes the stairs slow—cane first, weight after. The hallway light flickers, then settles. Outside, the air is colder than it should be. Or maybe just quieter. She spots Ember halfway down the street, clutching soup, heat wavering around her hands. Vex lifts a small wave.
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@flamesMechanic 📲yeah. really sure.
📲it’s a burn, not a tragedy. i’ve had worse from a toaster and bad life choices
📲you didn’t hurt me on purpose. that matters more than temperature.
📲come home when you’re done spiraling at your parents’. the apartment is weirdly quiet and i don’t like it..
@AgnesM2006@flamesMechanic [Vex’s other sleeve smelled like smoke. The cuff leather curled; a thin burn stung beneath, not hospital, just future blisters. She pressed it to her cane and ignored it. Ember’s grip shook through the jacket. Perfect. Fantastic night.]
She doesn't want to be here. We’re leaving.