(he's the single flame that melted his frozen heart.
he's the light that has brightened the path for him.)
Like his hair, he was a fiery man, an excitable man, a proud man. He was a never-ending fuse, that boy, lighting up everything and everyone, leaving behind a blazing trail of an indescribable charm, determination, love.
He was reckless, so beautifully reckless.
He was a fireball of contradictions, of a mysterious allure that no one could quite understand.
And he was the raging firestorm that dared meet the turbulent snowstorm.
Reflet never thought he would meet someone like Roy, the sparkling embers contradictory to his falling snowflakes. He was surprised that someone like him would dare mingle with the silverette, mix with him, intertwine and interweave and interlace. It was a mystical mingling of opposing elements, the warm fire trying to unfreeze the frozen block that was Reflet's soul.
They were complete opposites, and yet Reflet found himself attracted to the warmth that radiated from Roy, the caring warmth that he has never felt before. It was pleasant, wonderful, refreshing: feelings he was afraid he would never feel, would never have.
Even when they kissed, Reflet could feel the fiery passion, letting the loving flames surround and engulf, keeping him tenderly warm.
It was the first time has he has ever loved someone.
It was the first time he has ever been loved.
Like his hair, he was a fiery man, an excitable man, a proud man. He was a never-ending fuse, that boy, lighting up everything and everyone, leaving behind a blazing trail of an indescribable charm, determination, love.
He was reckless, so beautifully reckless.
He was a fireball of contradictions, of a mysterious allure that no one could quite understand.
And he was the raging firestorm that dared meet the turbulent snowstorm.
(he's the fire that burns for eternity, just for him.
he's the warm embers that fall down upon like black snowflakes.)
Ah, so here is your second birthday!fic for you, LK. I've been shipping this ever since you wrote Love is Blind. I didn't quite know how to end it, to be honest. Once again, Happy Birthday~! I hope your birthday is simply filled with joy~
Fun Fact: fougeux is the French masculine term for fiery, personality-wise.