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Prompt 052 from nexus100
Orion's fond of his sword. The flaming one. It glitters and glints, hot blue flames licking at the air around it like so many tongues It makes a satisfying 'swoosh' when he swings it, briefly flaring like a supernova.
He's found that people are scared of him when he has it out, scared of the expression he has when he can burn and chop and destroy. He likes the power it gives him.
Sometimes it scares him, what he does with the sword. He hasn't used it recently- he wants to forget that part of his life.
But he knows it's there. And he knows he can't.
Orion's fond of his sword. The flaming one. It glitters and glints, hot blue flames licking at the air around it like so many tongues It makes a satisfying 'swoosh' when he swings it, briefly flaring like a supernova.
He's found that people are scared of him when he has it out, scared of the expression he has when he can burn and chop and destroy. He likes the power it gives him.
Sometimes it scares him, what he does with the sword. He hasn't used it recently- he wants to forget that part of his life.
But he knows it's there. And he knows he can't.