New Fic: Elemental Proportions
Disclaimer:All characters are mine. Based on real people who are my friends and school mates.
Elemental Proportions
“Stop fighting!” Tia yelled, her voice shaking, frost leaving with the words.
Bryce froze, arm raised, fire dancing on the end of his fingertips. Natalie stilled her sway, the downpour lessening. They both looked over at the small group standing near the small island in their kitchen. Nick and Patrick had a visible shiver traveling their bodies, the ice cold seeping from Tia dropping the temperature 30° degrees. Patrick looked at Bryce, rubbing his arms, “Put the fire away, man. Natalie has had enough.” Drue turned to Natalie, sending peaceful dreams to dance around the upset girl, “Will you stop the rain? Alex is finding it hard to breath.” The boy looked like he was choking, the earth that he controlled finding it hard to absorb all the unexpected water.
Natalie took a deep breath, nodded, threw one more glare at the fire lord and fled upstairs. The sound of a door slamming resounding through the house.
Bryce finally lowered his arm and the flame disappeared. He turned to the group looking only slightly ashamed, “Sorry. But she stole my stuff! I told her not to touch it.” He grumbled some more, the group tactfully ignoring the words.
Alex, after getting his breath back, said, “We don’t care. Next time just take it outside. Please.”
Nick, seeming to start a warm breeze that surrounded the group, added, “At least out there we and everything in the house won’t get soaked or burned.”
Patrick picked up his forgotten drink and sighed mournfully, “Damn. It’s warm and all watered down.” The Irish sorcerer glared at Bryce before pouring it down the sink.
Drue, manipulator of Dreams, looked at the disgruntled group. She shook her head before stating, “I’m going upstairs to talk to Natalie.” As she went upstairs she murmured, “Hope she hasn’t flooded our rooms again.” At that thought she started running.
“Whatever,” Tia replied dismissively, “Everyone continue on with whatever the heck you were doing.” She put her hand around her drink, cooling it down. She then shuffled out huffing about immature sixteen year olds.