Two Eyes Cenote [ap] A wallflower, mind the thorns

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His efforts are received. Her moves become known and he recognizes the patterns. His steps steadying, enlightened by a new pace. Paws flying to avoid the grasp of flame. His eyes do not leave her. Engulfed by the wildfire kept within her gaze, he allows himself to be swept away.

The passersby fall away from his vision. Their presence known through a base spatial awareness. Sideline chatter is far away in his ears. The round dance song is soon lost in favor for the crackle of fire. Through it, Eset speaks to him.

I am suffering just like you.

It is the love misery has for company. Through this, wounded beings find peace through shared sorrow. A balm to the soul. Together in this dance there was comfort; he felt it too.

They are attuned to the same rhythm, acting as one. A wildfire raging across the floor. There is only a need to burn brightly. After all, no blaze considers the end once there is nothing left to burn.