❝ YOU COULD SAY I LIKE FIRE .
❞ amusement is played upon his face , it quirks his brows —– lifts the corners of his lips into sights OFTEN unseen . HE IS FAR MORE CONTENT those who are before him are not gods are not godlings are not ichor filled veins , DESCENDANTS OF THOSE WHO RUINED YOU . they are simply gifted , they are infinite in their mortality , beautiful in the way that they simply LIVE and BREATHE . i bleed crimson just like you / i was punished for being too close to human . calmed , he nods , extends his hand in WAITING
❝ show me .
❞
“ THAT SOUNDS LIKE THE START OF A BAD PICK UP LINE . ” an all consuming smile , an exhale of air . blue eyes watch the lift of the other’s brow , listening to the curiosity in his intonation . ‘ show me ’ – the words sound like a command , as if they were born from something greater than flesh and bone . it made the boy feel strange , as if he had no choice but to oblige the other . and so he did , with hands curled into a fist . there’s no spark , just the sudden flame dancing at his knuckles , surrounding his unmarked skin . “ just so you know , i don’t do tricks . i’m not a sideshow freak . ”