He was like a flame.
He drew her in with the warmth and the colours, but as soon as she touched him he burned her. He was powerful, almost dangerously so, with his temper, but every time he tried to be gentle he turned everything to ashes.
He wasn't aware of his power, or how to control it. It dictated his life, made him a ticking time bomb. He tried and tried after many years to stop it, but to no avail.
She loved him despite it; she loved the warmth he could provide her, the bright colours that mesmerized her. She loved his smokey smell and awkward attempts of chitchatting. She adored his flame red hair and dark blue eyes that reminded her of a clear sky on summer's day.
He was the flame, but she was his candle, and together they complimented each other.
For Strawb (colorful swirls), I had this idea I wanted to write for you also, so, tada! ^^
For Globetrotter: Paris
I don't own Harry Potter.