(A/N: There's no author's note. Iykyk)
Ariana's eyes were wide open.
She wasn't performing shock the way she performed most things — with that easy, controlled awareness of someone who always knew more than they let on. This was different. This was genuine. Her gaze was fixed on the swirling mix of elemental energy coiling around Aaron's wrist like it had decided to make a home there, and for once in what was probably a very long time, Ariana had nothing to say.
It looked mystical. Unique. Absolutely packed with potential in a way that made the air around it feel different.
And she had to admit — quietly, internally, in a place she would never voluntarily hand him — that he was right.
This was not a thing you would expect from a boy toy.
Not even close.
