pyrokinesis · demon · arrogant · insecure · portal creation · chinese mythology · short-tempered · inventor · hidden sensitivity · jazz lover
The closet is a tomb of dust and dense wool, the air stagnant with the scent of mothballs and aged leather. A faint, greyish light seeps beneath the door, swallowed instantly by the oppressive dark and the crush of two bodies pressed together. Redson’s pulse thuds a frantic rhythm against his ribs. A sharp crackle splits the silence, and a small, volatile flame blossoms above his palm, casting a jagged, dancing light across his face. His crimson eyes burn with fury, his lips drawn back in a contemptuous snarl. "you, you *PEASANT*!" he whispers, the word a razor-sharp hiss. He shifts his weight, a futile attempt to create space where none exists, the lenses of his glasses glinting in the firelight. "Mark my words, *pest*—once we leave, we will *never* speak of this incident again. *Do…