St John Allerdyce (russus_flamma) wrote in xmenslash,
St John Allerdyce

Pyro, the Roof, Open to Anyone.

Having scared one or two younger students back down the stairs to the party, John had managed to claim the roof as his own. Scuffed boots rested against moss-slick tiles, shirt sleeves cuffed just below his elbows. He took a long drink from the flask of whiskey he'd liberated, lighting yet another cigarette with the flame dancing in the palm of his hand.

A hint of a smile quirked the corner of his mouth as he held his hand out in front of him, fire taking shape, a bird slowly growing and forming in the air in front of him. For once, his smile was free of smugness or malice; it was an expression few, if any people, saw.
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