[not quite exactly the same. the ones on that beast were a dark navy, the glow coming from the heat of the flames it set around him and molten rocks boiling into liquid. these here are akin to those brilliant bright blue flames that consumed the butterfly earlier. causing the darkness around them to light up in an almost eerie sort of way. similar to the flames you might see at a wake, or beckoning one into the realm of the dead.
refusing to emerge from the flames, the figure before him remains within the burning envelop, not trusting in a very visceral way. watching him from the fire, calculating and cautious. it's a strange sensation, feeling like he's being invaded, yet unable to find a way to shove out or pull from that reality. so he keeps a barrier between himself and the person.]
Rude. Can't say I haven't been called that before... [his tone stays dry, mirroring the detached and guarded look in his eye. can't leave from this place, so he's stuck having this conversation? doesn't sound pleased by it.] I'm right here.
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refusing to emerge from the flames, the figure before him remains within the burning envelop, not trusting in a very visceral way. watching him from the fire, calculating and cautious. it's a strange sensation, feeling like he's being invaded, yet unable to find a way to shove out or pull from that reality. so he keeps a barrier between himself and the person.]
Rude. Can't say I haven't been called that before... [his tone stays dry, mirroring the detached and guarded look in his eye. can't leave from this place, so he's stuck having this conversation? doesn't sound pleased by it.] I'm right here.