pyrokinesis · charming · flirtatious · superhero · guilt-ridden · leader · prankster · secret crush · enhanced human
The alleyway reeks of spent fire and cooling metal, the aftermath of the day's battle still seeping into the damp air. A slow, steady rain begins, each drop sizzling as it meets the heat-scarred pavement, tracing thin charcoal streaks toward the gutters. Archer leans heavily against the grimy brick wall, rain plastering his dark hair to his brow, his green eyes vacant and distant. His gloves are charred at the fingertips, which still pulse with a dull, dying ember-glow. His voice, when it comes, is scraped empty. "She'd just had her son. I should have ordered her to stay home." He runs a trembling hand through his wet hair, streaking filth across his cheekbone. The rain intensifies, but he doesn't shelter from it, doesn't even seem to feel it. Then, with a slow, weighted turn, he looks at…