11-12-2025, 03:58 PM
i burn from the hell i've seen, but the devil can't hold me down
His touch, meant as nothing more than a reassurance, is like a knife to her throat. Her fear bleeds through the fire and flame that surrounds her and poisons the air between them. He can smell it, even over the cinder and ash scents that cling to them like a second skin. He pulls back quickly, his eyes searching hers and finding only apprehension staring back at him. The realization that he has caused this reaction crashes into him like a wave, and for a moment he is nearly drowning in his own self doubt.
The apology that has been forming falls quickly from his lips. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to frighten you. I only wanted to tell you that fire doesn't scare me. he says, his eyes falling from her face and to the ground. He has never been a cruel creature, and his entire life he's spent his time fixing broken things. He has never been one to light fires, only to rebuild from the ashes that were left.
Finally, the tension seems to ease from her firey frame and he relaxes too, though he maintains his distance from her. Her surprised tone makes him blink, and he takes a moment to mull her words over. In any other world, she would be right of course. It should be impossible for him to reach into an inferno and come out unscathed, but their world is different. They are different. They were cut from cloth forged in magic and raised on nectar made of sorcery. Their very existence should have been impossible and yet, here they stood. Together, but a million miles apart.
"We shouldn't be possible. You are made of flames, and I was born from them. I've been born from them many, many times." he says, his eyes dancing in the blaze she casts. "We are fire, you and I. Fire can't burn fire." With a small smile he creates his own blaze, though it does not move or spread. It remains suspended just above the ground as it flickers merrily, almost as if inviting them into its warmth. He complies, taking one step into the flames before disappearing entirely. He emerges from a twin blaze just passed her, though in an entirely different form. He emerges as a shadow, a void so dark that it absorbs the light around it with greedy hands. Even the firelight is taken in and consumed, leaving nothing but the scent of ash on the air. "So tell me again that its impossible, and I'll show you that it isn't."
fireheart
@Brinly
Ooc- sorry its ramble-y, idk what happened lmao