12-20-2023, 07:57 PM
°• Olalla G. Semenov •°
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Kold had seen him at his best, and his worst, and for this he had a grown a sort of fondness of her. To call it a fondness was to dumb it down, it wasn't just a fondness. It was an infatuation, ripping at his insides with teeth as sharp as his. Were his. Is him.
The smell of smoke burnt his nose, and where there was smoke, surely enough there was fire. And fire there was, reigning upon Kold's house like a tyrant. Horror drenched his face, eyes widening with their own fear as his pace slowed to a stop. The fire bore down at the two who stood before it. A dryness gripped his throat as he struggled to speak, watching for a few hesitant moments as Kold's house went up in flames, shaking his head vigorously before scrambling to the once upright doorway. "Kold!" came his shriek, scanning the burning doorway for a way in the didn't involve a slow and painful death.
"Night grab buckets, grab people! Bring water!" Nothing else was needed to be said. Straight to the point, as all things should be. And yet, he still couldn't look Kold in her eyes; couldn't face her. How hypocritical he was in all of this.
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