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It's dark, and there's a steady drizzle outside.
But the darkness is cut by brilliant flames moving in intricate patterns by the lakeside, and for once, Axel doesn't care about the rain.
He's dancing with his chakrams out, brilliant wheels of sharp, cutting flame, to those with the inclination to notice, there might be a certain martial bent to the dance. Otherwise... Pretty fire?
Appearances to the contrary, Axel is very botherable.
But the darkness is cut by brilliant flames moving in intricate patterns by the lakeside, and for once, Axel doesn't care about the rain.
He's dancing with his chakrams out, brilliant wheels of sharp, cutting flame, to those with the inclination to notice, there might be a certain martial bent to the dance. Otherwise... Pretty fire?
Appearances to the contrary, Axel is very botherable.