She drifted down the stairs, gracefully igniting anything her smouldering dress brushed against. He had long since sprinted away from her, the lenses of his mask fogged up with his panicked gasping as he fled from room to room in search of the broken window he originally entered.
He'd disturbed her from her rest among the remains of a colossal pyre in the sunken pit that had once been the ballroom floor. A careless misstep sent a single broken tile falling and set her sharp senses against him - her new prey. The first one in a very long time.
After almost running into her a dozen or so times, he began to resign himself to his death. Not enough that he'd given up completely but just enough that he stopped running and settled for hiding until she'd gotten bored and gone back to sleep.
It was easier said than done, as these things tended to be.
He spent five days crouching, hiding and generally making as little noise as possible until she finally stopped actively hunting him. He waited one hour, then two then five until the sun had begun to peer through unbroken glass and she still hadn't made a reappearance.
In his eagerness to escape he threw an old chair through the closest window and jumped, feeling the gentle warmth of the morning sun hitting his exhausted body and as he opened his eyes... he found himself back in the ballroom. He found himself kneeling right in front of her.
He found himself relaxing into her burning arms, free at last.
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