Burn Out Bright (1/?)
He knew which spell she wanted before she told him to start drawing. It was just an awful idea, but Sassy Bat wasn’t really giving him any other options. So the redhead went about putting the runes on the floor in long sweeping strokes and sharp lines and whorls, growing ever more wary and bracing for its backlash. Just a few final tense marks…
It was electricity and heat and intensely purple light so, so suddenly; all burning scars and fire in his chest and violent contorting in the pit of him. Hanna choked back the ohgodohgodohgod rising panicky in his lungs as the purple rune light peaked and dimmed. The magic ebbed away from the room but his blood was boiling in his skin hothot and painful and roaring through his brain and pulsing through his quaking bones and something bitter was rising up on the tail of the panic. He brought a hand to his face to steady the spin of the walls and the swell of the floor, body shuddering under the pain and stress of holding him upright on three limbs.
Ohgodohgodohgodohgod. There was just so, so much blood, acrid and metallic in his nose and his mouth and thick in the back of his throat. And the room was still spinning too close (way too close) to Hanna’s face as everything went dark and his elbows buckled beneath him.
*~*~*
The future is a question mark
Of kerosene and electric sparks
There's still fire in you yet
Yeah there's still fire in you!
It was electricity and heat and intensely purple light so, so suddenly; all burning scars and fire in his chest and violent contorting in the pit of him. Hanna choked back the ohgodohgodohgod rising panicky in his lungs as the purple rune light peaked and dimmed. The magic ebbed away from the room but his blood was boiling in his skin hothot and painful and roaring through his brain and pulsing through his quaking bones and something bitter was rising up on the tail of the panic. He brought a hand to his face to steady the spin of the walls and the swell of the floor, body shuddering under the pain and stress of holding him upright on three limbs.
Ohgodohgodohgodohgod. There was just so, so much blood, acrid and metallic in his nose and his mouth and thick in the back of his throat. And the room was still spinning too close (way too close) to Hanna’s face as everything went dark and his elbows buckled beneath him.
*~*~*
The future is a question mark
Of kerosene and electric sparks
There's still fire in you yet
Yeah there's still fire in you!