#abacination

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Abacination

So nice.

Pretty brunet with his shining eyes and cocky words. 

What he wouldn't do.

What he wouldn't do to watch those orbs literally melt. To turn to molten and burning sky that he could catch and keep forever. 

It had been a simple task to get the male in the appropriate place. Just a request for help with something and the snarky male was in his grasp. 

Binds and prying little metal pieces were his friends tonight. Yes indeed they were. Such loyal things that never betrayed him. Faithful friends.

A strip of fabric was balled and shoved between pretty little teeth and onto a harsh tongue. Can't have any screams or shouts be heard after all right? No that wouldn't do at all. They couldn't be found out. Couldn't be interrupted. His treasure had to be collected. 

Smoldering flames were settled in their place with many rods and irons resting inside of it. Becoming hotter and hotter. All day they had been trying to achieve their purpose and soon it would be complete. 

Waiting was boring but when the iron burned white and glowed with all the potential possible and when he brought it before the male, the pretty pretty boy's struggling only increased from where it had calmed. Silly sky wielder. Didn't he know it was useless? Those eyes were pried open already and all their fear was painted clear as day and it only tugged more on those instincts that had to be buried during the day. Buried around all the people that he didn't want. 

But right now.

This was his time and a wicked grin laid upon his face in what was probably stretched too far across his face, emerald eyes shining almost with a glint through the helmet that he wore, gloves protecting spindly fingers while they brought the poker closer and closer to the male's face.

Oh those muffled screams. So pointless. So musical. So pleasing. Though it truly was wasted breath. The skin had hardly gotten warm yet. 

But instead of the melting he'd imagined, there was only singeing. Only the faint scent of charred hair and the bubbling and burning of the surface of the boy's eyes. What a disappointment. 

A low growl escaped him before he threw offending object to the side.

"YOU DIDN'T DO AS YOU WERE TOLD!" 

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