~Smoke~
Fire was...beautiful.
He had never thought so, believing it to only be a source of heat, warmth on a cold night.
The power to burn away evil.
He guessed he'd never noticed the way it flickered and dispelled the darkness before.
He wondered idly if those who'd fallen to her craft found something terrifyingly lovely in the sinuous way it crept inside the skin and inflamed you from the inside.
And then it happens.
He can no longer think, no longer see the burning mass he has become.
And she stands there.
Motionless. Terrible. Silhouetted by fallen innocence and centuries of yesterdays never forgotten.
Smoke and ash is all that remains of him.
~Older~
She doesn't like being unsure and this--this--definitely counts as being uncertain.
He's asked her out.
She reminds him coworkers are forbidden from socializing afterhours.
He tells her that was then, this is now.
Miho scowls at his flippancy but remembers just in time that she isn't much older than him.
She just can't recall a time when her date arrived on a motorcycle offering a spare helmet for the ride over to the restaurant.
~Evening prayers~
He comes upon her, her soft voice quiet in the hush of the large room.
Praying.
He didn't get why she felt the need to turn her eyes to the patch of darkening sky visible through the skylight, green orbs imploring in silent reach for guidance.
He knows she scared, but won't admit it.
She frightened even of what she thinks she's becoming.
Witch.
It's a taboo word that would never leave his lips in describing her.
No. No matter what he's seen, Nagira doesn't believe this young child faithfully praying to a wrathful God, is a witch.
Now all he has to do is convince another of that...
~Finis~
Note: I did three to make up for not updating this yesterday. :)
Smoke: yes, Robin does do it.
Older: short SxK post factory
Evening prayers: during series. Nagira's p.o.v
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