elegance - @holyserpent-microfics - wc: 116
Rabastan leaned his elbows against the rock windowsill, looking at the scene before him in the courtyard.
"There's this... elegance about her," said Rabastan, not tearing his eyes away.
Evan gave him a non-committal hum, looking completely unimpressed. "She's about five seconds away from setting Avery on fire, mate," he said, slowly pronouncing all the syllables. "Or does that not click in that thick skull of yours?"
Rabastan only shrugged one shoulder, almost nonchalantly. "Fire is good," he noted.
Evan groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Sure," he said after a moment.
Rabastan didn't understand what Evan's problem was – because the fire in front of him was glorious. The fire with the name Mary Macdonald.