bonfire [★] drown out your mind

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Posting as Asmodeus and Jor!

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Smoke wafted through the air and into his nostrils, the memory of fire bringing a tang of fear that darted through his optics. Asmodeus padded out of his house from behind him, a yawn stretching his maw and Jor purred as he watched his son shift. "Let's go to the fire, pa." His son suggested, innocence in his gaze. Jor frowned, but nodded with a reluctant sigh, rising to his paws. His son didn't know what Elsweyr did to him, how that impacted his relationship with fire. "Let us, son..." He murmured, nudging Asmodeus' back to get him going.
Approaching the bonfire he narrowed his optics briefly at Gael, noticing an unfamiliar face reading a book he didn't care to recognise. The light danced, played with his feelings and drew evil patterns across the scars that broke his face. He padded towards Dante, leaving Asmodeus to run off and do whatever. Sat down next to the hybrid, resisting the urge to let air quench the flames. Instead, he let the smoke just hover around him and his friend.

#psychosocial.