ooc// i’m the worst rper ever i’m sorry fuck me ugh i promise next week i’ll be back. my life is too busy
ooc// meh i still have respond to joey and write a starter for blake but I HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN I PROMISE
ooc// omg omg omg an andrew garfield fc MY HEART
At the girl’s question, the tone of her voice suggests exactly what she’s about to get and Veronica knows she really brought it on herself with her prying. The doctor’s eyes don’t stray from the brooding girl before her as she steps away from the wall and fully faces her.
Veronica has no time to react, to move out of the way of the stream of fire that comes toward her. It isn’t as if there’s much room in the alley. The flames lick at her nerves, destroy the skin and Veronica reflexively lurches backward with a pained shout, cradling her scorched arm to her chest. She really had it coming, though.
Blue eyes watering reactively to the pain that has blossomed in her arm—a first degree burn at best—Veronica considers Felicity. She certain the girl is expecting her to run, to tell Joey what just happened or worse, call the authorities in town. But where would the point be? The girl has a power and should be supported for it rather than arrested or chastised for it.
And she has a power of her own. Looking down at the burnt flesh, the garish red angry skin, Veronica considers exposing herself to yet another person in the town. She’d already admitted her ability to Darren so what would the point be in keeping it secret from the other half of the twin?
Rather than step further back, Veronica takes another step forward, making eye contact with the girl before her, a small smile on her lips. “That’s impressive. Would you like to see what I can do?”
The doctor’s eyes fall shut as she touches the shifting sphere of healing energy present in her centre, leading it down her right arm into the tips of her fingers. Her eyes open again, conscious of the blue glow that makes her naturally blue eyes seem otherworldly—she’d heard it described as such before. Veronica glances down at her right hand, pleased to see the blue aura around her fingers. She looks back up at Felicity, making certain the girl is paying attention as her fingers reach and glide across the burnt flesh of her left forearm. The pain vanishes and the older woman knows as her skin heals though she doesn’t see it as she remains gazing at the girl across from her.
Veronica knows when she’s given the wound enough of her energy and she allows it to slip back to its centre. “Tada,” she says with a grin, holding out the newly healed and blemish-free forearm. “No harm done, really. But I should apologise for asking so many questions. You are now one of the luck people who knows about my ability. It’s a nice secret right now, though. Your brother knows of it, though.”
The agonized yelp from Veronica almost comforted Felicity. It was sick and slightly sadistic, but her emotions were currently in a blaze of confusion and adrenaline. As she watched the older woman’s flesh corrode into a burn, Felicity could sense another emotion that she was unfamiliar with: guilt. Wanting to maintain her bulletproof exterior, Felicity only concentrated upon the wound, avoiding the older woman’s eyes.
Felicity was sure Veronica would go back inside and inform authorities- and this fear was the worst emotion of all. She would most certainly get exiled from the town, having no other choice but to return to her hometown, or even worse, their father. If not, she’d certainly be put into custody for another set of arson charges. And neither of these choices were ideal for the brunette. Darren would be so disappointed in her.
However, Felicity’s eyes flicked back to Veronica’s once she spoke. The sequence of events were happening so fast that Felicity might have missed it, had not the blue glow emanating from Veronica’s hand appeared over the burn. She only keeps it there momentarily, until she removes the hand and presents a clear arm, untouched by flame. Felicity’s eyes widen at this display- completely amazed by the power. Her eyes revert between Veronica’s eyes and the unharmed arm, her jaw agape.
Felicity doesn’t know what she’s more stunned by. That her own power had no effect upon Veronica or that Veronica had been so kind or the healing power in general. The graceful response and unaffected attitude only intrigued Felicity, while causing that lingering guilty feeling dampen in her slew of emotions.
"I-I won’t tell anyone, promise," Felicity replied, still in awe. Her eyes were still latched upon the unbranded skin. "I’m… I’m sorry for burning you."
She’s not one for many words, then, Veronica surmises. Leaning against the brick side of the building, the doctor isn’t at all deterred from fulfilling her curiosity about the twins with opposing abilities. Even in their mannerisms, the two are vastly different. Where Darren is more loose and easy going, Felicity seems to stand with tension almost radiating off of her. Darren is open while Felicity is closed.
All the more reason to try to get through the door.
“How does your ability work? I’m sure it’s different than how Darren’s manifests since they’re different elements,” she says with arms crossed and blue eyes plaintive. “Have you ever found your power weakened or disappear for a time?”
The questions spring out with out much thought. Learning about anyone else in town with a superhuman ability requires, Veronica is quick to learn what she can from them, desperate as she is to find an explanation for what happened to herself and the utter disappearance of her ability without any resurgence until nine years later.
The woman just would not leave.
And worse, she started asking questions about Felicity’s power- something that made her uncomfortable. She didn’t usually feel that way when someone asked her about her pyrokinesis, but the older woman sounded as if she were doing a research project; an interview. Felicity didn’t enjoy being a test subject. Although Veronica was seemingly harmless, Felicity’s suspicions and frustrations only fueled the fire developing inside her. But the probing questions intimidated Felicity, and when her space was being infringed upon, she reacted the only way she knew how.
"You wanna know how my ability works?" Felicity whispered with a devious smile. She removed herself from the brick wall and faced Veronica, cracking her knuckles. Her entire body began to tingle; she could feel the flame burn around her fingertips. Felicity was at the point of no return- her sanity disintegrated once the power took control, and she wasn’t able to stop herself. Her anger surfaced in the form of fire, and Veronica was her target.
She quickly directed her fire towards the skin of Veronica’s arm, watching the orange devour the pale of her flesh and create darkened marks. Felicity- realizing what she was doing- abruptly stopped. This was the type of crime that had caught her juvie during her adolescence. She had hoped she had matured since then, but as she peered to Veronica’s burn, Felicity knew she was still the same angry, unpredictable girl she always was. And she hated herself for it.
Tugging the earbuds out, she smiled brightly at Felicity. Wrapping the wire around her phone, she shrugged, “I wouldn’t know, this is my first time fishing.” Joey figured that it was a good time to admit her ignorance when it came to all things outdoors. She was better at the woods when she was a giant cat: agile legs made it simple to leap up the mountainside and catching trout in the creek was child’s play with giant claws. This whole fishing pole, net, and boots thing confounded her to no end. Yet she was still excited; still in a slight awe at Felicity’s acceptance.
Joey didn’t suggest that Felicity carry anything; though her hands were full, her heightened strength made the equipment feel much lighter than she knew it was.
“So, I have lots of beer, I figure if we can’t catch any fish, at least we can enjoy ourselves,” the blonde smiled brightly as they ventured off for the lake. Part of her was determined to at least come back with some form of trophy for Mitchel to see – his endless teasing about her inability to survive without worldly luxuries was getting a bit old. The werecat had more than just a couple of tricks up her sleeve.
"Then I guess we’re both in this together," Felicity smiled. "I’ve never been fishing before either."
Felicity followed the blonde to the lake, feeling carefree and easy. She wouldn’t admit it- at least not soberly- but she was excited for this excursion. Felicity did enjoy trying new things; she was a natural thrill seeker. Fishing wasn’t exactly the most exciting activity, but she was interested in seeing how fishing with Joey would turn out. Felicity liked Joey. She was funny, and she was real. Although their tensions at Betty’s only embarrassed Felicity, she knew she could count on Joey to be honest.
"Good thing we have the beer. It might distract you from how bad I am at all things that involve sport. I’ve never done this before, but I’m sure fishing is just like any other sport I’ve tried. I don’t come from an athletic family," Felicity laughed, thinking about Darren. He was a writer- an artist. Something that always frustrated the Woodridge father, but only made Felicity adore her brother all the more.