@dcvilsgift | continued from x
he never particularly considered it to be another language ── simply manipulation of flame itself into words, phrases, or whatever else he needed to express in better ways than speaking. but maybe she was right, in any case.
the beginnings of a smile appears, but it’s gone before it can fully form. “ you must appreciate that more than i do. ” but, that wasn’t particularly saying much. slowly, a hand rises; sparking orange growing into a woman’s form ──── one with pigtails, wielding a baseball bat. “ it ain’t a party trick, you know. ”
Mesmerizing---- that was what his ability was. The dance of fire lit in her eyes. Gone was baby blue, replaced with BRIGHT amber. The colors swayed with rhythm, much like the beauty of fire. An untameable force, not to be reckoned with, but something Harley admired.
And she does. She very much appreciates that power, respects that it can consume even if the wielder did not want it to. There is TEMPTATION inside her; to touch the flame that mimics her appearance. To see what it does, what will happen, how HOT it will burn.
--------eyes flick up... “ Ta you it ain’t. “ respect; a lot different than responsibility.