I’m a firechild. :sips, frowning slightly into the glass: I read others’ emotions, their inner fire, and make that foreign emotion into actual flame.
Do you? :laughs: You speak as if it is nothing.
:shuffles closer, leans dangerously close to your face: Show me.
Oh, it’s definitely not ‘nothing’. It shapes my life. :opens a hand, and flames lick up from the fingertips, red and gold and blue and every other colour: You’re pouring off enough now to fuel an inferno. It’ll start to hurt, soon, if I don’t burn it off or shield you out. :drinks again:
Can you…read them? And you mean to say that the emotion of others burns you?
What a fantastically tragic creature you are.
[[ooc: whyyy do I always post to my personal blog :p]]
[[I’m glad I’m not the only one that makes that mistake!]]
:raises an eyebrow at him: Oh, /I’m/ tragic? Don’t be absurd. But yes. If I … take in too much, it hurts. Convulsions, actually, not fire. You :looks away: your heart screams pain like it’s the only thing you’ve ever known.