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FIRE
Fire, a flickering flame engulfing everything in its path. Brick and Blossom are fire. Together they are ablaze. Whenever they collide, sparks fly. If left unattained, their passionate flames will destroy everything they worked so hard to build up. It'll destroy everything it touches. It'll damage families permanently and destroy entire towns. Fire leaves behind scars that will never heal from its heat. But, there's something so addictive about the risk involved.
Slowly, they become hooked on each other, on themselves, and this furious fire of desire. Now, they couldn't stop even if they wanted to. At this point, they don't even bother. It's futile. They need it, they crave it. They have no fucking idea what they would do without it. Brick wants it more than he wants to breathe- he would die without it. Nothing matters to Blossom anymore, except for this.
The fire will always manage to draw them back in, suffocating them with carbon dioxide. Despite everything, they want this fire; they yearn for it, they need it. "Just one more hit. " He'll say. "Then that's it." She'll reply. They believe that they have the capability to stop- but deep down they both know the truth. This fire connects them in unity.
A spark. That's all it takes to ignite a fire. This has always been the basis of well, everything between the pair. Fire is all encompassing- it'll destroy anything and everything it touches. But after all the destruction is over, life can begin anew. After the wreckage is cleared and the dust has blown over, things can once again be clearly seen. Sometimes havoc can lead to unexpected results. Blossom and Brick, they're fire. Together they are still creating something indescribable. There's something beautiful in destruction. So, they continued down this path.