Gateway to Hell

She was witnessing Parker using his power for the first time, and he wasn't flexing some wild energy attack or doing something flashy. No. The guy was just moving his hands with a quill—an actual phoenix feather, dripping endlessly with the most precious tears in existence.

Who said phoenix tears were rare when this jackass was out here scribbling nonsense on the dirt with them?.Like, people would literally die just to see a phoenix tear. Gods would kill for them. And this man? He was using them like cheap calligraphy ink for his drawings.

She didn't even realize she'd been staring, mouth slightly open, until Parker huffed a laugh without looking up.

"Are you gonna stand there and gawk at me all day? I know I'm handsome, but come on, at least try to be subtle about it."

Ere snapped her mouth shut so fast she almost bit her tongue. "You—ugh. I was having a moment, asshole."