What a little heat can do!

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No, I won't be sleeping tonight.

Yes, I still plan to be out tomorrow.

Her.
To mundanes.





And me.  If I am not fighting to, through, and back from hell... well... I fall apart.  Just... I have to find a way back in if only to fight my way back out.  Not my will, just my... job? Her blaze was sustaining.

A beautiful women. She couldn't handle being beautiful or loved but was dying for love. To keep from being noticed she could turn on a F.E.A.R.ful ugly and blast out a flame that melted the usual pretty boys she thought she wanted. No, even some good solid, but stock men were fried by her fire. I think I amazed her by being immune, like I am sometimes to boiling water, frying grease, and habenaros. I know who lives in that terrible mess, a child. One almost like me. Terrible and yet, it's not who we are. Only what we are, and might be called to do... have done? Summit. Yeah, all that from a second dose of the hot juice. I just had to go and do it. Heh... Good memories though. Sweetness, hellfire, and... the rest. While not God, or even close, I very much am who I am. I miss the heat, of all sorts. At least there is the sauce.

Hmm, maybe another shot of that stuff?