01-27-2022, 05:31 PM
through the fire and the flames
It would be a lie to say he had never thought about what exactly his flames could do to another. They never burned him, just a pleasant warm tingle on his skin wherever they touched or arose. For others though… He still remembers the mouse he had frightened within his ring of fire, the bird he had accidentally lit aflame as a child. Those interactions had left him with a tightness in his chest, a feeling of shame that crashed in waves long after the incidents were done. It had been enough to keep him from practicing with his friends, even if they wanted him to. Even when the dark thoughts had crossed his mind, just to see what would happen. Just to know what exactly he could do.
The flames flicker close to her skin and all he would have to do is simply blink and then she would be a living pyre. It was as simple as breathing. Yet there would be no lovely pout on her lips, no sly glint in her eye if she was consumed. So he does not, once more ignoring those terrible thoughts that hide in the darkness of his mind. Instead he matches her conspiratorial whisper, leaning in slightly as his voice caresses her cheek. “Depends on what mood I’m in.” He says before pulling back, the yellow of his eyes looking even more strange and unnatural with the refraction from his orbiting inferno.
There is every intention to steal her name, to coax it from her the way she had done to him. It’s forgotten the moment their conversation steers towards who he is looking for. The playfulness dies when she states she is from the South. That she had not found many that had once called it home. He hesitates for a moment. Hesitates and then begins to tell her what had happened to him when the earth had split apart beneath him. How his world had gone from beautiful fields of flowers to endless darkness. What it had felt like to drown. He tells her of washing up on the Isle and meeting Leilan and Nashua. The bridge of fire that eventually brought him back to the mainland. Discovering Hyaline and the angel who lived there. He’s not sure how it all comes out but he supposes it’s easy to tell her his story because she is from the South. She’s the only one he has found so far, only a Southerner could possibly understand.
“My mother lived in Pangea once, I thought maybe she had come here.” He finally says after a long pause. “Her name was Aela.” The words have barely left him before he looks stricken, realizing that he had referred to her in the past tense. As if she wasn’t alive anymore.
The flames flicker close to her skin and all he would have to do is simply blink and then she would be a living pyre. It was as simple as breathing. Yet there would be no lovely pout on her lips, no sly glint in her eye if she was consumed. So he does not, once more ignoring those terrible thoughts that hide in the darkness of his mind. Instead he matches her conspiratorial whisper, leaning in slightly as his voice caresses her cheek. “Depends on what mood I’m in.” He says before pulling back, the yellow of his eyes looking even more strange and unnatural with the refraction from his orbiting inferno.
There is every intention to steal her name, to coax it from her the way she had done to him. It’s forgotten the moment their conversation steers towards who he is looking for. The playfulness dies when she states she is from the South. That she had not found many that had once called it home. He hesitates for a moment. Hesitates and then begins to tell her what had happened to him when the earth had split apart beneath him. How his world had gone from beautiful fields of flowers to endless darkness. What it had felt like to drown. He tells her of washing up on the Isle and meeting Leilan and Nashua. The bridge of fire that eventually brought him back to the mainland. Discovering Hyaline and the angel who lived there. He’s not sure how it all comes out but he supposes it’s easy to tell her his story because she is from the South. She’s the only one he has found so far, only a Southerner could possibly understand.
“My mother lived in Pangea once, I thought maybe she had come here.” He finally says after a long pause. “Her name was Aela.” The words have barely left him before he looks stricken, realizing that he had referred to her in the past tense. As if she wasn’t alive anymore.
Fyr
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