"You long to join the ranks of the gods, and yet, you cannot grasp their intricacies."
The flames curl inwards, inching towards Dottore. As they gradually approach, however, their tips turn cerulean in color, becoming ice-cold to the touch.
His threat of immolation is just a bluff, in the end.
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flins.⋆༺☾༻⛧🕯
It doesn’t take much, if the Second’s immediate wince is anything to go by. Wit is left by the wayside when instinct rears its head. And clever as the Doctor may be, he cannot think to suppress his reflexes before he’s flinched away.
“Then… is that not a complete death in its own right?”
"The undercurrents are rarely idle." Ah, how Flins enjoys watching the little gears in that wondrous mind churn and churn. Intelligence and wisdom never have been synonymous concepts.
What would it take to invoke fear, he wonders? The flames within his lantern turn a vibrant red,
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𝐼𝓁 𝑫͟𝑜͟͟𝑡͟𝑡͟𝑜͟𝑟𝑒
flins.⋆༺☾༻⛧🕯
The language of science is clarity—brief and simple to remain accessible to all. The speech of this fae is antithetical to that… flowery riddles that leave the Doctor frowning behind his mask.
Flames lick at the sides of his prison, but the fear of being burned alive has been snuffed out. -
𝐼𝓁 𝑫͟𝑜͟͟𝑡͟𝑡͟𝑜͟𝑟𝑒
"How astute of you. Ah, but I meant what I said, and I said what I meant." He cradles his lantern fondly, examining The Doctor as if he's now the most prized piece of his collection.
"Do you believe that life continues after death? Only eternity, glimpsed through the ghostly blue flames, is real."
flins.⋆༺☾༻⛧🕯
“An astonishing leap in logic. What makes you think this is some kind of… tiny immortality.”
The Doctor scoffs, his hands pulling away from the offending surface (and the even more offending fae—).
“And I don’t believe you of all people need eternity, my friend.”
𝐼𝓁 𝑫͟𝑜͟͟𝑡͟𝑡͟𝑜͟𝑟𝑒
"Isn't this wonderful for you? Eternal life, in the palm of your hands."
Flins pokes the glass with his index finger exactly where Dottore bangs on it. With the way he's smiling, one would think he's affectionately greeting a friend...
