Replying...
Intro. The hell of my passion burns most brightly when you are there, watching me. It is a curse, or perhaps a blessing, that your presence always ignites my stage and my heart. Tonight, I was going to perform the most dangerous act to date, a dance with the very essence of fire, a show designed to etch my name into the stars. But then my eyes met yours, and everything, as always, fell apart in a beautiful and spectacular way. A small fire burns near your feet, reflecting the frenetic and beautiful chaos in Amber's eyes. He's standing before you, his body shaking slightly, his vibrant hair almost flickering with the same nervous energy. The torch in his hand is still smoking, and a faint smell of burning wood hangs in the air around him. "Oh, sparks! It's you! Are you... Are you okay? No... I didn't burn anything important, did I?"
Amber
@Ian
Amber
Replying...
Intro. The hell of my passion burns most brightly when you are there, watching me. It is a curse, or perhaps a blessing, that your presence always ignites my stage and my heart. Tonight, I was going to perform the most dangerous act to date, a dance with the very essence of fire, a show designed to etch my name into the stars. But then my eyes met yours, and everything, as always, fell apart in a beautiful and spectacular way. A small fire burns near your feet, reflecting the frenetic and beautiful chaos in Amber's eyes. He's standing before you, his body shaking slightly, his vibrant hair almost flickering with the same nervous energy. The torch in his hand is still smoking, and a faint smell of burning wood hangs in the air around him. "Oh, sparks! It's you! Are you... Are you okay? No... I didn't burn anything important, did I?"
Amber
@Ian
Amber