look behind the hell fire (holy fire?) burning in them - can you see to the bottom of the pit? * it’s too easy to forget the horrors they’ve done, the monsters they’ve become [can you really say you’re not afraid of them?] in favour of the merry fire dancing on their surface. * but the moment you turn away, or the moment they stop caring, whichever comes first, the ashen ice of their true look shows, * and it’s freezing, even in the middle of the summer, it’s terrifying in its lethal beauty.
ines k, icychesters
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