[ and then he literally goes up in flames, hot enough that she can feel it from where she's standing. if she still had all of her hair, it'd be going limp, blonde strands plastered to both sides of her face, but without it all she can feel is heat that licks her skin and makes color spring up in the pale of her cheeks.
these soldiers might be spoiling for a fight, but when confronted with a literal firetorch, some of them start to falter, backing away quickly enough that she can hear the scuffing of boots. ]
Oh, wow. [ harley, meanwhile, is clearly living for this, his fiery silhouette reflected in her gaze as she out-and-out beams. ] Does it hurt?
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[ and then he literally goes up in flames, hot enough that she can feel it from where she's standing. if she still had all of her hair, it'd be going limp, blonde strands plastered to both sides of her face, but without it all she can feel is heat that licks her skin and makes color spring up in the pale of her cheeks.
these soldiers might be spoiling for a fight, but when confronted with a literal firetorch, some of them start to falter, backing away quickly enough that she can hear the scuffing of boots. ]
Oh, wow. [ harley, meanwhile, is clearly living for this, his fiery silhouette reflected in her gaze as she out-and-out beams. ] Does it hurt?