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Summary: A look into Pyro's mind when he deals with his power.
Internal Fires
The molten emotion-hate, fear, passion, love-runs through my veins, willing to allow my flame to engulf me. Emotion fuels it, a spark ignites it, but I control. Once I have the smallest flicker of that glorious heat. I control survival- of a person, a home, everyone. Only for a moment do I hold it, then instinct kicks in. I don't mind, I enjoy the recklessness of it. The jumping flames are safety as well as fear. Each side of the spectrum is held in its depths. Total lack of control-of care- lost in the abandonment the fires bring.
One click, that's all it takes, all it takes to gain control-not self- control, but just the power of control. Heat eats me from inside out, devouring my senses in a mock serenity. As the phoenix, I was born in flame, or perhaps the flame was born in me. The moment after I relish at the power I possess, I give myself over to it. The inferno feeds off my emotions, God-knows I have enough of those to spare. I keep them hidden, to fuel the fires.
Having no patience isn't a problem for me.fire is sudden within me; a new emotion brings a new sense of inferno. My nonexistent patience borders no one really; they all already realize the reasons for it-for my recklessness. When I can think of nothing to pull emotion from, I fall back, using my family; the purely average group of Homo sapiens who labeled me a freak. That always creates a smoldering ember for me to work with. Then, my lighter- my metallic security blanket- always provides me with the spark I need. The tools of my trade- emotion and a lighter- that's all I need. Once I have a flame, I can multiply it; destroy with some and create with another. After my choice is made, my actions are predetermined. I go by instinct, irrationality, and recklessness. And the best part- no one can "save" me by stopping me. Defeat me, yes. But never stop completely- you can't stop something that lives inside you.
Summary: A look into Pyro's mind when he deals with his power.
Internal Fires
The molten emotion-hate, fear, passion, love-runs through my veins, willing to allow my flame to engulf me. Emotion fuels it, a spark ignites it, but I control. Once I have the smallest flicker of that glorious heat. I control survival- of a person, a home, everyone. Only for a moment do I hold it, then instinct kicks in. I don't mind, I enjoy the recklessness of it. The jumping flames are safety as well as fear. Each side of the spectrum is held in its depths. Total lack of control-of care- lost in the abandonment the fires bring.
One click, that's all it takes, all it takes to gain control-not self- control, but just the power of control. Heat eats me from inside out, devouring my senses in a mock serenity. As the phoenix, I was born in flame, or perhaps the flame was born in me. The moment after I relish at the power I possess, I give myself over to it. The inferno feeds off my emotions, God-knows I have enough of those to spare. I keep them hidden, to fuel the fires.
Having no patience isn't a problem for me.fire is sudden within me; a new emotion brings a new sense of inferno. My nonexistent patience borders no one really; they all already realize the reasons for it-for my recklessness. When I can think of nothing to pull emotion from, I fall back, using my family; the purely average group of Homo sapiens who labeled me a freak. That always creates a smoldering ember for me to work with. Then, my lighter- my metallic security blanket- always provides me with the spark I need. The tools of my trade- emotion and a lighter- that's all I need. Once I have a flame, I can multiply it; destroy with some and create with another. After my choice is made, my actions are predetermined. I go by instinct, irrationality, and recklessness. And the best part- no one can "save" me by stopping me. Defeat me, yes. But never stop completely- you can't stop something that lives inside you.