≫ a collection of imagines for some of my favourite fictional characters and celebrities, part two.
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I also post these imagines on tumblr x
summary: after training with Emma some more, you realise you quite like spending time with her.
warning/s: mentions of death and violence.
author's note: i was supposed to share this two days ago but it's been so busy lately, so apologies for the delay! only one more part left after this - enjoy :)
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Small flames danced in the air around me, one by one appearing as and when Emma wanted them to.
My job was to keep an eye on them as they appeared, extinguishing them with a counter attack of water, depending on how big or small the flame was. It was supposed to develop my precision and ability to think on the spot, but it was difficult and I sometimes either overdid the water or missed the flame completely.
Emma was the perfect teacher though, encouraging and patient and never shouting when I got frustrated – which was often.
She conjured another ball of fire, this one a few metres in front of her, and the irritation of missing the flame before this got to me because I used a little too much water this time, directing it at the ball of fire and drenching her behind it instead.
My jaw dropped as she jumped, startled, and closed her eyes instinctively.
"Shit, Emma, I'm sorry!" I apologised immediately, moving forward to see if she was okay.
She wiped her eyes, spitting out a stream of water from her lips, and I winced at how much I'd used without realising. To my surprise, she began to laugh, her hazel eyes sparkling with amusement, and that was when I knew I hadn't completely messed up.
"It takes practice," she told me reassuringly.
I sighed, looking over her dripping dress and hair. "You say that about everything."
"Well, you're improving, aren't you?"
I quirked a brow doubtfully. "Am I?"
She smiled, squeezing the water from her hair into the grass. "Yes, silly."
I begged to differ, chewing my lip as I felt bad watching the amount of water drip off from her curls.
"Wait, I can help," I said to her, making her pause. "At least this one thing I can do without messing up."
She lifted her brows, curious, but stopped what she was doing. I used my abilities, focusing my energy on 'grabbing' the water from her clothes and hair, pulling the moisture out and into the air. It was easy enough, as easy as conjuring water and wetting something, and in seconds, her clothes and hair began to dry. She looked down, surprised as it worked.
"There." I moved a frizzy strand of now-dry hair from her eyes. "All done."
"Wow," she said with a slight smile, impressed. "Maybe quicker than me drying myself with my own pyrokinesis."
