This is a remake of a sort of poem / prose story I made a while back. I like Ace a lot, and decided that I could just as easily make this into a dedication fic to him. Call it an AU.
PS : All I did was change the gender ;D u mad?
A R S O N . F I R E S
He used to be an arsonist, light up a Lidl every other Saturday with his gang of pyromaniac friends.
He thought them to be the most special things he could have ever made, said, done.
Those writhing, beautiful tendrils of red, gold, amber and flame, licking at the night sky.
He was his own creator.
Powerful, in control, complete.
But it wasn't ever enough.
The way his fire started out as a small flickering bunch of wrapped cloth, then slowly, roared to life, creating an orchestra of nature's golden flickering life.
It wasn't big, bright, powerful enough.
He hated it when the fire died, how it was put out and rained on by angry firemen.
He hated his fire because it died, because it lost importance, because it faded away, like himself.
He hated what he saw at the end because it reminded him of how his own importance faded away in the eyes of those who admired him.
His last fire was the best.
His best work, a warehouse full of shipped fireworks from China.
It filled the dark, bottomless pit of night sky with brilliant shining gems of green and bombs of violet and turquoises, erupting among the stars, firecrackers cheering in his ears.
It blazed and roared for hours long, and he let himself smile proudly.
See that work of art?
The arsonist did that.
But he was too enraptured in his mighty fire, that in the end when it died, it took his own life.
Ashes to ashes, little proud arsonist.
Matchboxes weren't enough for you.
Please review, and don't get all flame-y on me about how many times I used the Italics. It's meant to be written that way. It's a new style I'm trying out.
― Charlie's Rat : )
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