"That doesn't wo~ork," he singsongs, twirling his dagger in his free hand while one arm continues to keep hold of Isabella. And indeed, the bit of his hair exposed to the flame melts, but refreezes almost instantly.
"Would you like to know all the ways it's impossible to kill me?" he continues, in a bright brittle voice.
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Date: 2015-10-19 10:00 pm (UTC)"Would you like to know all the ways it's impossible to kill me?" he continues, in a bright brittle voice.