He Never Faltered When Her Weight Collided With His Frame, Her Pillar Of Stability And Safety. Familiar

He never faltered when her weight collided with his frame, her pillar of stability and safety. Familiar heat rekindled in every fiber of her being by the scorching kiss, how she longed to be back in his arms.

Her smile soft and tender, she was quite content being held like this. Her skin a bit warmer than usual, still haven't cooled down from the long trip to the cosmos.

“Had to fight off and hopefully kill the abyss looming on the horizon, but that son of a black hole got away.” Cindy huffed, that meant some day, she will have to return to the eternal battlefield yet again

“And when I changed back, my hair remained like this. Oh and the scar is also his fault, but don't worry, he got the worst of it.” she tried to reassure her lover before smiling again

“And truly, I've never been gone.” not waiting for him to decipher the cryptic sentence, Cindy motioned towards the sun than to the ground concealing Earth's core.

“I am everywhere.”

@phoenixborn​​​ asked: For Thrax🥺❤:

A figure always too nimble for her own good, almost with the speed of light charged at the crimson virus. Light brown turning into bright ruby red hair billowed behind her; it only took her a second to solve the height difference, strong legs tightly secured around his torso. Her kiss was feverish, full of passion, possession and longing.

“I missed you so much Carinõ” Cindy whispered softly, her fingers gently caressing the rough edges of his face.

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Thrax had tensed, already anticipating the incoming impact that came with her embrace. Had it been anyone else, he would have tried to violently fight them. However, he knew it was Cindy, so he remains somewhat calm as she wrapped her legs around him. It felt like so long since he’s seen her but he pushes this thought to the back of his mind as the kiss was planted. Fiery, hot, full of desire.

He was delighted to return the passion, a pleased sort of growl coming from the back of his throat. He also takes this moment to place his clawed hands against the small of her back, holding her closer to him. After a few moments, Thrax pulls away, slow steady breaths coming from his broad chest. Yellow hues scan her face first, moving over to her gradient hair and whatever changes in appearance she’s gone through, smiling wider and leaning a little into the gentle touching of his face.

“ And I missed ya, mi fueguito… It’s been so long. Where’ve you been, baby? I see that you got your hair done too, looks cute. ”

“Well...in a sense. You see, I rip out their souls so they simply stop existing and definitely not going anywhere in the afterlife.”

“But yeah, they do die.” is he realizing this now or what-

"People die when they are killed."

@strikers-saloon

Dawn was slowly creeping through the darkness, the streets quiet; the construction workers haven't arrived yet to continue the structure next to the lavish building. The early autumn morning's serene stillness was broken by the loud revving of a powerful engine of a lone biker, seemingly just an another daredevil. Which was true, partly.

Cindy sometimes missed using the Artistic Freedom of her title; but not today. The criminal located was the local mob boss' right hand, currently holding a few young tourist women captive, sentencing them to a fate usually worse than death. The engine thundered under her even more violently as the crimson thread of vengeance was growing less loose, signaling she was close.

It didn't take a genius to figure out which building was his hiding place, however Cindy never fancied using elevators. Further increasing the already neckbreaking speed, she used the half done construction as a ramp; the flame red Ducati bursting through the window and continuing her journey towards the beyond startled ‘victim’.

The Crimson Death was one of the many titles she was given among the depths of humanity's scum; a well deserved alias. The woman effortlessly backflipped off the motorbike with the grace of an acrobat, the engine flying across the room and pinning the pleading criminal under its weight, the still wildly spinning wheels tearing bits off from his face.

"I can pay more!!! I can give you everything you want!" Oh how many desperate pleas she has heard.

“Indeed, you will give me everything.” the young woman confirmed yet the tone was full of dark promises, especially when she unsheathed a pulsing red bladed sword

To save herself from further whining, the slash was quick, more he bled, stronger the crimson aura soaked into her, carefully weaving fingers consumed the criminal's soul. With a wicked, satisfied smirk, Cindy allowed herself to bask in the moment and her success.

Okay so problem fixed. The-eternal-flame, while did a great job explaining what is she, it sounded, felt choppy for me along with lacking a punch which all my other urls have (like solarbladewinged. That's just epic.).

Now this is hopefully the final version tells what she is while foreshadowing that she cannot be separated from the Phoenix, has a flow and hits my insane standards.

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I don't like my url.

She stands before him, clothes in garments of flaming fire, inspiring terror & making body & soul terrible, full of frightening eyes (…) - The Book of Lilith - Barbara Black Koltuv

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