KILLIAN
"I can never get used to seeing you do this," Damian admitted as he watched me put a hand deep into the fireplace, toying with a burning piece of coal.
I let out a chuckle, slowly taking my hands away. "It's a feeling I've always enjoyed."
"And I maintain it's weird."
When I was younger, I used to continuously breathe fire on my hands, the 'intense heat' being nothing more than a subtle sensation that I very well enjoyed. But I, however, refrained from doing such as I grew up because it turned out that people found it most unsettling. Weird, right?
"So, I will take it that we are never going back to the gambling house," Damian let out as he poured some hot water into a thick ceramic cup, blowing air on the surface of the water.
I nodded, suppressing a grin. "What do you think
