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Ezekiel sat on the edge of the roof of the apartment building, fiddling with his left hand. He couldn't believe that his hand had suffered no damage when he accidentally splashed boiling oil on it. And not just that, but his hand had actually absorbed it and began to smoke, before he doused it in water at the kitchen sink. Luckily, his parents hadn't shown too much concern for the ruckus, so he was able to slip back into his room and out the fire escape after dinner. Now here he was, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
He thought back a few weeks, to that laboratory he had visited during his college internship with Tricell. A deafening sound, his ears ringing, a thousand footsteps of fleeing employees. After that day, his internship was finished prematurely, and he was paid in advance for the remainder of the weeks he was scheduled to work. He opened his eyes and looked at his hand again. Nothing. He focused on it. Still nothing. He sighed, and laid back against the roof.
"Must've just been really quick with my hand," Ezekiel thought. He sat back up, and was about to head back to his room when he suddenly got an idea. He held his left hand in front of him and focused again, with his eyes closed. Instead of searching for clarity, though, he focused on that moment the oil had spilled onto his hand. The expectancy of flaming skin and burnt nerves... the smell of smoke and ash... the heat... the fire...
He opened his eyes, and there in his palm were smoking flames and embers dancing in the black of the night. Taken aback only for a moment, he pulled his hand closer to his face and stared intently at what he had just summoned. And as he stared, his brow furrowed in realization.
They would be looking for him.
A fantastic portrait by
StasMihailov
Ezekiel belongs to me!
He thought back a few weeks, to that laboratory he had visited during his college internship with Tricell. A deafening sound, his ears ringing, a thousand footsteps of fleeing employees. After that day, his internship was finished prematurely, and he was paid in advance for the remainder of the weeks he was scheduled to work. He opened his eyes and looked at his hand again. Nothing. He focused on it. Still nothing. He sighed, and laid back against the roof.
"Must've just been really quick with my hand," Ezekiel thought. He sat back up, and was about to head back to his room when he suddenly got an idea. He held his left hand in front of him and focused again, with his eyes closed. Instead of searching for clarity, though, he focused on that moment the oil had spilled onto his hand. The expectancy of flaming skin and burnt nerves... the smell of smoke and ash... the heat... the fire...
He opened his eyes, and there in his palm were smoking flames and embers dancing in the black of the night. Taken aback only for a moment, he pulled his hand closer to his face and stared intently at what he had just summoned. And as he stared, his brow furrowed in realization.
They would be looking for him.
==============================A fantastic portrait by
StasMihailovEzekiel belongs to me!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Portraits
Species Fox (Other)
Size 1024 x 1067px
File Size 127.6 kB
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