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sweat - kittyoemily/frisson Jun 14, 2015 19:12:38 GMT -5

Post by kittyoemily on Jun 14, 2015 19:12:38 GMT -5

Colin Tornhell

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The sweet smell of burnt gums finds its way from inside my mouth to my nose. The stinging pain inside my mouth compliment the smell. I strut my way down the streets just savoring the results of putting a lighter in my mouth. Even the gentle sizzing of my gums, as the flesh burns is sweet to the ears. After a few seconds I close my lighter and put it away for a minute. What more could I do today? I had already lit someone's vodka bottle on fire... why they were drinking it, I had burned down someones already vandalized shed. What more can possibly be done to make it better?

Thinking about more opportunities only made me more anxious. I had to do more, I must do more, and within thinking that my hand shoots in my pocket for the lighter, setting it ablaze in my mouth again. With my other hand I wiped the sweat off of my face and then gave a quite unpleasant sign with my middle finger to a old man glaring at me. why don't he mind his own business? I make this world better, and if me hurting my gums is a consequence so be it. I take the lighter out and stare at it. How it bounced, and engulfed the air, how the air engulfed it. Never getting too high, only changing its shape. Never getting too short.

I noticed someone in the corner of my eye, as I kept my eyes on the lighter and attempted to wavier out of that persons way coming right at me. It didn't work. My lighter hit the floor as I slammed into the idiot walking in my way. The cap closed and my eyes bolt to the person I fell on. I stared them straight in the eye. They had put out my fire. Oh dare they. My eyes start to take the person's face in, as she spoke."Ripred! Watch where you're going, you idiot!" In that moment I couldn't care what she said, for I had seen a new fire. A girl with red hair. How peculiar. It danced as she tried to get up, I pushed myself off of her and got on my feet.

Admiring the hair, I stared. Should I still put this fire out, shall I punish her for engulfing the other? Or shall I apologize for ruining her own. She clearly doesn't appreciate fire though, for why would she burn out my own. All the same I pulled back some of my hair with my hand then offered it to her, pulling her up, not especially caring if she wanted my help. I pulled her quickly close and gave her a kiss. Then I said that she owed me. For she did. "Nearly a repayment for putting out my flame miss ember head." I gave a arrogant smirk." Oh why do you want to repay me some more" I said knowing that perhaps she will feel the need. My eyes still find their way darting to my lighter on the ground. But for now I can hold off.
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