Gonna add onto this and say, there's something so incredibly tragic about wanting to cry, needing to cry, and the tears only go up in smoke, evaporating as soon as they come out.
It's so tragic to be so emotional, and all Flambae can do is burn, burn, burn. Nothing but flames, burning all the way until they're ash, until there's nothing left to burn.
And being so scared, that one day that'll be him. Burning until there's nothing left.
But more than that, he's terrified, utterly petrified that instead of himself, he'll burn someone he loves. His family, his friends, his lover. His powers feel like shackles, a cage he must lock himself in, because the more he cares the more he burns.
And it's so much easier to just laugh and joke casually, wrapped up in a stranger whose face and name he won't remember. So easy to walk away, whenever he feels like it.
And it's not easy with Robert. Not easy at all. He hated him so viscerally, and that made him burn. But then he realizes he doesn't hate him at all, that maybe they could be friends. Before he knows it, he's falling so hard and fast it leaves him dizzy. Robert doesn't make it easy, but at the same time it's also so easy to love him.
The second he realizes the weight of his feelings, Flambae is trembling, trying to shove it down, down, down because the last thing he wants is to burn Robert, pulling him to the depths of hell with him.
But Robert is a stubborn motherfucker. A scrawny, scarred, jaded man that won't back down for shit, including against the brunt of Flambae's feelings. The man takes it and runs, making it his life mission to prove Flambae wrong. That he isn't capable of burning him, and tells him he can sure has hell try.
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