make me pay like the devil i am - levi

[Levi]

Levi made a mistake. He realizes this as the battered colt holds the thread of hot water before his eyes. His jaw clenches, but he doesn’t flinch away. Hunters chase prey, Levi knows from personal experience that fear and weakness only encourage the hunter. And it’s not like running would make him any safer. If the water darted towards him he could possibly deflect it, or at least diffuse it with a blast of heat, a sort of shield. But it’s also possible he will be blind.

But snake of water winds away and into the yawning wound.

The boy lives up to his expectations. He watches with satisfaction and the hot water steams and drains from the injury, carrying the filth away. The deed is done and the colt lifts his trembling chin, stating the apparent, exactly like Levi was hoping he would. Burning someone with their permission was something he had never done before.

Levi smiles.

It doesn’t last long, back to business. He gives and nod and takes a step forward. It’s obvious the colt doesn’t want to be close to anyone, but if he is going to do this, he will do it right. If the green skinned boy can put up with being burnt, he can deal with Levi standing a horse length away. Again, the flams materialize. They float in the air between the two males, first lively and flickering, then growing more sound, denser.  The hefty stallion had used his flames to lift objects before, small debris mostly, so this is the type of fame he creates. Solidified flame.

He doesn’t wait for the stranger to lose his nerve, Levi doubts this colt will, but he won’t afford him the chance. He maneuvers the supernatural heat to apply pressure, coaxing the two side of the chasm to become one.

If he was truly sadistic, Levi could easily continue to drive the hardened flame farther into the boy’s chest. For a moment his own resolve falters, he feels a thrill like none other he has ever felt, he feels euphoric. Adrenaline warms his veins, fire twists between his ribs. She, his flame, his love, asks nicely for this one thing. To feel a beating heart

“No,” he says aloud. The heat vanishes, leaving the air full of caustic scents. The acidity of burning hair, the richness of burning flesh.

The dark horse takes two steps back, returning to the painted colt his space. He doesn’t allow himself to think over what has just happened yet, his face is blank, he stands guarded. He would not be caught off guard by the nameless boy again.
 

Levi

so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.