Disclaimer: I do not own Slayers.
When I was little, my mother always warned me not to touch a hot stove. She said I would get burned. But for some reason, no matter how many times I learned this lesson through both experience and my mother's wisdom, it never stuck. Perhaps it was the belief that something such as a stove, that helps my mother cook and boil delicious food and drink, could not possibly hurt me. After all, it didn't even look dangerous. Or maybe there was something thrilling; about testing the boundaries and checking if you would really get burnt.
I'm sure that it was probably a mixture of the two reasons I've thought of, with maybe something else. Perhaps it is a love of danger? Looking at where I currently am, it probably is so. After all, I find myself utterly captivated and drawn towards the one known as Lina Inverse. Unlike a hot stove, though, you can't merely touch it and snatch your finger away. Lina is a flame that burns hotter than any other I have ever encountered, both figuratively and literally. Fireballs hurt, along with being on the receiving end of the sorceress' temper.
Regardless, I keep on getting burnt. Maybe I never heeded my mother's lessons well enough, or perhaps it is because I am a moth. A lowly existence, addicted to the allure of something beyond me and unattainable; something that is there, that can be felt, but does not seem real.
Lina was very curious as to why I brought oven mitts on our first official date. I thought I should be cautious for a change.