Lovis
I am made of
Memories
She was consumed by her own flames. He allowed her to come close so that he might feel her blaze. He did not try to calm what she kindled nor did he wince in the face of such a searing heat. He allowed her to ignite flames of his own. Unflinching Lovis stared into her fire.
Unflinching until she killed the ant. His jaw clenched. His lips thinned in displeasure.The fire he had welcomed her sparking grew. A wildfire raged within him. Her fire and his. Each threatened to consume the other.
She was a hungry woman bitter for having merely tasted life. He was a man bitter for having been forced to gorge himself upon it. "Perhaps the gift was taken because you were not ready for what it gave," he threw his words like daggers. "You are but a child," His voice was stern. No vestige of sympathy was to be found in its hardness."This is naught but a tantrum."
"Do you think yourself to be the only one that has suffered at the meddling of a god?" Words spoken with grim deliberation. He stood where she had left him.
"Perhaps you place too much blame on the gods that you have known." He studied her face with unforgiving contempt, "You may be your own hindrance." How many of the woman's demons could be summoned by the uttering of her own name?
