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Heat. Sweat. —- Tears. Three possible options within the huge spectrum of disasters that fire could awake. It was a show of lights embracing the branches after climbing the huge logs, coating the surface in a dirty black before consuming the wood to ashes. MAGNIFICENT . could describe such landscape that not many people could enjoy with a calm that the artist was showing while admiring it.
—-❝ No. I’m not carrying anything flammable .❞ She carelessly said despite how blatantly was lying. ❝ Nothing but myself . ❞ Partially true. The ink could explode, in fact. But her fluid wasn’t a trivial one to easily collapse. A deep sigh parted her lips as her body fell on the ground ; She truly had no possible reasons to give. ❝ I have no arguments to protect my life. If you want to explode me, you will do me a favor. Sadly for you, I wouldn’t be able to pay you in return because my flesh would be spread all over this place. ❞
"Burning flesh scattered across the landscape is better then nothing at all." Eyelids close slightly so that his vison was impaired slightly, there was nothing more sweeter than someone accepting the sweet fiery embrace of death.
He couldnt help but let an idle flame dance in the palm of his hand, he wanted a challenge not something being delivered to him on a silver platter. The thrill of the chase was the ultimate prize “Whats the use in begging for death? Why not live a little, let the adrenaline course through your veins.”
“At least put up a fight, it makes my job much more sweeter.”











