He can't quite believe what he is about to do, but it must be done and he doesn't think about it very much, what with impending doom looming over them.
"Now," he says, gripping the star's arm and trying to help her keep upright, "now, walk!"
Taking a step forward, he thrusts his left hand, holding the makeshift candle with what is left of the wax lump, into the fireplace, flames quickly licking at it.
The pain and burning is immense -- almost unbearable, so that he might scream as loudly as he could -- but he is filled with adrenaline, and panic and fear. It keeps him silent.
The witch-queen raises an eyebrow, staring at the pair incredulously, her expression changing as though she might laugh.
But then the improvised wick catches, and slowly, a blue flame begins to grow.
"Please walk," he begs the star, his voice gentler this time. The world around them, it might be noted, begins to shimmer, almost becoming an unreality. "Don't let go of me."
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Date: 2007-05-14 04:43 am (UTC)"Now," he says, gripping the star's arm and trying to help her keep upright, "now, walk!"
Taking a step forward, he thrusts his left hand, holding the makeshift candle with what is left of the wax lump, into the fireplace, flames quickly licking at it.
The pain and burning is immense -- almost unbearable, so that he might scream as loudly as he could -- but he is filled with adrenaline, and panic and fear. It keeps him silent.
The witch-queen raises an eyebrow, staring at the pair incredulously, her expression changing as though she might laugh.
But then the improvised wick catches, and slowly, a blue flame begins to grow.
"Please walk," he begs the star, his voice gentler this time. The world around them, it might be noted, begins to shimmer, almost becoming an unreality. "Don't let go of me."