[ no. come back. he swallows, hard. what a rush. there's a hand on his chest because it's pounding and he can hear it. thump thump. he thinks his hand is shaking. he's never had fire in his face before like that. it's like taking a hit out of his favorite drug. he's on his feet, idly pacing now. too much fuel. can't sit still.
he always liked fire. harry could definitely be considered a legitimate pyromaniac, if only because of what fire gives him. a rush. lights him up the same time it gets lit up. it's wild. uncontrollable (until now) and makes him want to bounce off the damn walls. ]
Thank you.
[ he does have good taste. he thinks he has good taste in everything. ]
Never? You've been missing out. I could be your first. [ take that as you will. ]
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he always liked fire. harry could definitely be considered a legitimate pyromaniac, if only because of what fire gives him. a rush. lights him up the same time it gets lit up. it's wild. uncontrollable (until now) and makes him want to bounce off the damn walls. ]
Thank you.
[ he does have good taste. he thinks he has good taste in everything. ]
Never? You've been missing out. I could be your first. [ take that as you will. ]