Day 31: Fire
Tom looked to Harry, grinning, wanting him to share in the fun.
Then paused, amazed.
Harry was on fire.
Red and gold flames encased his entire body, licking harmlessly up his legs, his chest, his face. The fire was soft and friendly, the kind that danced behind the grate in the cottage, or kept travellers warm from inside a circle of logs. It was his soul, and unlike Tom’s, it was whole; as perfect as it had been on the day he was born.
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From chapter 25 of @cybrid’s A Dangerous Game
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me @ myself: no art until you caught up w event, we need to stay strong 💪
me the same day:
ok but what if NOW is the perfect time to draw this hkvthm modern au idea i had in mind for months now—
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