"I'm nothing like you?" Jag checked, eyes wide, breath a little short, and cigarette temporarily forgotten in his hand. He'd always felt his fire was not a cold thing of science the way Em made it sound, but it didn't mean he wanted it to be a thing of Hell.
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Date: 2016-01-27 02:34 am (UTC)