He jolts back to the present at the press of her talons, head whipping to stare at her- is she crazy? He feels like he should ask if she's crazy but- his arm isn't burning. His clothes aren't burning.
What the fuck. This doesn't make sense. She drags it down like it's got some sort of weight to it, like cotton and it's just. Sitting in his hand. Like a cat. A burning cat.
Adrenaline is still thrumming in his veins and he can't make himself really stare at it in his palm for too long but- "This. This is new."
There wasn't even MAGIC in the fire he set- is this the book? The vodka? It sure as hell wasn't the matches. Wait- if he could control fire-
No. None of the ones he got caught in overseas were his. They were all dull and red and natural and ugly. Not this stupidly pleasant green. It almost...tickles. "...Okay. I- okay. Warning next time? Please?"
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What the fuck. This doesn't make sense. She drags it down like it's got some sort of weight to it, like cotton and it's just. Sitting in his hand. Like a cat. A burning cat.
Adrenaline is still thrumming in his veins and he can't make himself really stare at it in his palm for too long but- "This. This is new."
There wasn't even MAGIC in the fire he set- is this the book? The vodka? It sure as hell wasn't the matches. Wait- if he could control fire-
No. None of the ones he got caught in overseas were his. They were all dull and red and natural and ugly. Not this stupidly pleasant green. It almost...tickles. "...Okay. I- okay. Warning next time? Please?"