[He can't help but hang on every word, his breath shallow and shaking just slightly. It's not even what she's saying, it's not about Kevin, it's about the way she does - so vulnerably, her gaze wide, her voice full of despair. In a way he's never witnessed before - but there's that ardor in her still, that adoration for destruction clinging to every syllable.
His chest nearly caves in with a heavy exhale when she murmurs his given name; he's never heard it from her lips before, and the sound of it - of her speaking to him of such things... He's filled with the desire to share this empty, harsh love with her; it presses, hungry and insatiable, against the bars that hold his control in place, against his burning and violent hatred for her. He knows what it is that he feels: brutal and dark affinity. The one and only thing he couldn't help but feel for her.]
Pyro. [His corrects her quietly, his voice low, his gaze steady.]
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His chest nearly caves in with a heavy exhale when she murmurs his given name; he's never heard it from her lips before, and the sound of it - of her speaking to him of such things... He's filled with the desire to share this empty, harsh love with her; it presses, hungry and insatiable, against the bars that hold his control in place, against his burning and violent hatred for her. He knows what it is that he feels: brutal and dark affinity. The one and only thing he couldn't help but feel for her.]
Pyro. [His corrects her quietly, his voice low, his gaze steady.]