#i shouldve changed the header to be 'mini' para but yolo

[zoraglover]

( fire & smoking cw )

“ stupid! lighter! ” 

for the past few minutes, leaning against lambda’s shed, zora’d attempted to smoke a desperately needed cigarette, but she was failing in the most basic of aspects: actually lighting it.

at a point, you have to wonder if it’s the lighter or if it’s you. if she gave the lighter to zev, would it obey them? would it agree to work because zev willed it? even the lighter would listen to them before her. 

maybe that was it then. maybe fire wouldn’t respond to fire. only the wind could move it.

breathe in, 2, 3, 4, and out...2...3...4...

one last time. 

                 CLICK!

a burst of flame shot through, its shadow flickered, highlighting the relief upon zora’s face. finally, something was going right - even if it was something as small as a working lighter. 

shoulders falling, muscles relaxing, she raised her cigarette to meet the fire...

“ shit! ”

just as the flame met her salve, it’s as if that wind she trusted to help her light the way turned against her, reminding zora just how unworthy she truly was. 

“ shit, shit, SHIT! ”

all she could do was watch as her lighter hit the ground, fire meeting earth...again, there was nothing to be done. zev was right. of course they were. they always were. and now...now she was exactly what she was supposed to be - a self-fulfilling prophecy.

fire devoured wood, sparks charged the night like plagues of locusts, smoke invaded zora’s lungs. 

terrified, drunk, shattered - all she knew at this moment was to run like the flames climbing lambda’s shed. run where? she had no idea, but if anyone found out it was her who started this fire...that was one hell she didn’t want to face.