He can feel Ginko tense underneath him, like a seizure, like a spasm, but he doesn't react save to close his hand down harder over Ginko's mouth, his fingers pressing into cheekbones. Ginko's struggles are only going to make it harder, and Foster's forcibly attempting to hold him still.
He keeps his hold on the rose.
If knowing Axel has taught him anything, it's that the fastest solution to plants is fire. And if he sold his soul for anything...
The heat starts in his fingertips, a feeling like sparks and like being burnt, like slivers microscopically fine being inserted into each and every groove or pore--or maybe emerging, needles of hellfire, travelling up the stem and down the rose in thin lines, kindling inside the woody core.
And the rose begins to burn. Inside, first--Foster doesn't know anything about plants, but he's trying, with every ounce of concentration, every ounce of power and focus and control to keep the entire thing from igniting like a bonfire inside of Ginko's face.
The fae nature of the thing is the only reason it doesn't. The stem begins to crumble in the middle, bright spots of ember and the inner fire still visible--like a column of ash from a cigar, burning and intact, but barely.
Content warning uhhh fire, setting things in people's faces... on fire... you know
He keeps his hold on the rose.
If knowing Axel has taught him anything, it's that the fastest solution to plants is fire. And if he sold his soul for anything...
The heat starts in his fingertips, a feeling like sparks and like being burnt, like slivers microscopically fine being inserted into each and every groove or pore--or maybe emerging, needles of hellfire, travelling up the stem and down the rose in thin lines, kindling inside the woody core.
And the rose begins to burn. Inside, first--Foster doesn't know anything about plants, but he's trying, with every ounce of concentration, every ounce of power and focus and control to keep the entire thing from igniting like a bonfire inside of Ginko's face.
The fae nature of the thing is the only reason it doesn't. The stem begins to crumble in the middle, bright spots of ember and the inner fire still visible--like a column of ash from a cigar, burning and intact, but barely.