[kavinsky grunts, stepping nearer again. the fire flicks down lower, consuming more of the plant, the stem blackening and furrowing on itself. for a moment, the bulgarian boy's eyes are on that, instead of on ronan. it's like hypnosis. he does so love watching things burn. the stench of it, the sight of something collapsing in on itself, feeding the thing that destroys it.
there's not much in the world-- the multiverse, even, that he genuinely believes to be beautiful. but burning is in his top five.]
C'mon, Lynch. [he looks at ronan again. (speaking of the top five.) a flick of his finger, and the flame leaps onto the next plant over.] Let's go find 'em.
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there's not much in the world-- the multiverse, even, that he genuinely believes to be beautiful. but burning is in his top five.]
C'mon, Lynch. [he looks at ronan again. (speaking of the top five.) a flick of his finger, and the flame leaps onto the next plant over.] Let's go find 'em.