A little something I’ve been working on for @redroomroaving’s fantastic TorchVoid fic He’s Smoke, He’s Fire, He’s Falling From The Heavens. If you haven’t hopped on the TorchVoid bandwagon already then what are you even doing?
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A little something I’ve been working on for @redroomroaving’s fantastic TorchVoid fic He’s Smoke, He’s Fire, He’s Falling From The Heavens. If you haven’t hopped on the TorchVoid bandwagon already then what are you even doing?
He wasn’t sure what he’d expected it to feel like—holding flames, but it didn’t hurt—the scalding heat more like the brace of plunging your hand into a freshly drawn bath. Pleasant almost.
Johnny’s hand was surprisingly soft to touch too—not calloused like fingers tended to be.
Tender skin.
From @redroomroaving’s beautiful TorchVoid fic He’s smoke, he’s fire, he’s falling from the heavens!