Wildfire roaring in my veins, the entire universe blazing in my eyes.
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Why The Fuck Would I Use Poison??? And From What?
“Why the fuck would I use poison??? And from what?”
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“My fire is cosmic, cunts.”
I knew Halestorm would rise out of the pandemic strong but this. this is. WOAH
cw: flashing lights
What does your heart look like?
a guiding, golden light
Just because you cannot see your own heart doesn’t mean that others can’t. Your heart is blinding, captivating, a fire so bright that others can’t bring themselves to look away. It illuminates the path they follow and cements you as a guiding star for their own wayward hearts. Every experience you’ve lived through has built your lighthouse heart up just a little higher. You are inspirational, a light that doesn’t go out.
What horror trope are you?
the killer
was there ever a choice? maybe, but that fork in the road is far, far behind you. you surround yourself now with sharp things, tools to harm, and they have become your only family. you are the thing that goes bump in the night, and you hunt for scurrying mice like a hungry cat. maybe, just maybe, though, one can finally put an end to your hunt, and allow you to finally rest.
“When is the last time you ate?” (Killian to Agent Flame/Agent!Cindy; noticing trauma sentence starters)
“What ” came the snap back of a response which indicated...there indeed has been some time
Her movements were still perfect, although the for how long very much lingered in the back of her mind. What possessed the criminal to ask such question, almost as if he was...concerned for her wellbeing.
“Difficult to keep track. Not like I can pause a chase or stealth mission for a snack at KFC.” the agent answered anyway with a shrug
“There was one time, at a gas station when I was filling my motorbike. I wanted to buy a sandwich and the kid pulled a gun on the cashier. Fucker was so fast that I chased him through half of the down before dragging his ass to the police station. He's probably getting an earful from his mother now. Idiot shithead held the bloody pistol sideways of course.” as Cindy recalled the events, that happened...a long time ago. And she was already famished by then. Oh.
“Why,” a more pleasant lilt of her voice, accompanied by a slight smirk “are you perhaps inviting me for dinner?”
