Uri pulls the fire into his own hand where it grows bigger, brighter, taking shape: a phoenix shifts into a snake who wraps around a tree in a garden at sunrise, one star in a sky filled with stars, constellations which take the shape of the ancient legends they were named for, warriors and gods testing their might in battle, the clash of swords, an arrow loosed toward a target, a hound chasing a hare. The shapes flow seamlessly from one image to the next, an endless story, all the loose thoughts in Uri's head etched in flame.
Now it is Belial's turn to watch, entranced. He glances up at Uri - Uri, flame, fire - and sees the flames reflected in his eyes, before shifting his attention back to the shifting flame.
Startled even by that soft noise, the images disappear in a shower of sparks. Uri blinks for a moment before looking down at his hands, as if wondering what just happened.
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Date: 2010-11-27 04:09 am (UTC)"Beautiful," he murmurs.
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