A.N.: So I'm back in the game. Hope you guys like! WOW: bonfire. Spoilers for the beginning of S2.
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His eyes harden as he stares at the spitting bonfire. The flames lick and caress the wrapped package on the pier reminding him of one more damn thing it has taken from him.
Greedy, gulping fire.
His brother is afraid of it, shudders at the reminder of the destruction it has rained down on his life, charring the remains of his happiness.
But he…he hates it. Wishes it would turn into something tangible that he could maim and kill. But it doesn't. It mocks him as it takes one more piece of his life down in the ashes with it.