FLANN ALMOST DIED FOR THIS FLANNTERVENTION OF MUSIC, FOR SRS.
Also: Pour toi!
"Ain't it funny that they wouldn't dare," he commented, twisting the bottle of tequila in his hand and pouring a line down the back of the bar. Fire followed it, an eerie play of light upon his features that flickered and stretched as he toyed with the element he knew as he knew himself, extinguishing when the alcohol had burned out and he no longer fed it the heat it needed. Flann chuckled and shelved the bottle, twisting around and hopping back to sit on the counter, no discomfort shown from resting where he had let fire play a moment before. "The time's coming, Tasha. You know it ain't far."
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FLANN ALMOST DIED FOR THIS FLANNTERVENTION OF MUSIC, FOR SRS.
Also: Pour toi!
"Ain't it funny that they wouldn't dare," he commented, twisting the bottle of tequila in his hand and pouring a line down the back of the bar. Fire followed it, an eerie play of light upon his features that flickered and stretched as he toyed with the element he knew as he knew himself, extinguishing when the alcohol had burned out and he no longer fed it the heat it needed. Flann chuckled and shelved the bottle, twisting around and hopping back to sit on the counter, no discomfort shown from resting where he had let fire play a moment before. "The time's coming, Tasha. You know it ain't far."
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