Burn baby burn! - any

[Rhonen]

rhonen

molten eyes and a smile made for war

He is glad to have bounced back from her, put some distance between them, as his gaze flickers down to the flames at her hooves. They are mesmerizing, and his eyes stay focused there as they flicker out, and then he slowly draws his gaze up to her face as she starts to speak, calling his bluff but not striking back with anger or the fire that had burned at her feet. That, more than anything else, keeps him interested and from walking away from her.

“Not unless you happen to know anything about the apocalypse, or have in depth knowledge of why and how the fairies leached the magic from the world.” He snarls the words, hating himself even as he hears them fall like acid from him lips. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath and shakes his head, mentally recalculating. “I’m sorry.” there is more truth to the words this time, an honesty, though it still sounds as if the words have to be dragged from the depths of the deepest cavern. He can’t complete the apology, though, and he lingers in angry embarrassed silence for a long moment before offering, “I’m Rhonen.”