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He’s made of fire, but you know you won’t burn.
The ship burned and it was half an excuse, to run wild torching everything.
(You thought “everything burns” was an exaggeration, but he even went for the base of stone (and then Ren and BigB were gone, after Ren told you to control your wife, after you set the ground on fire, trying to be more like Joel.))
He’s so beautiful in firelight, and you follow him in his wake of destruction, trying to help, trying to be a part of it, trying to be inside the fire with him. You know you won’t burn, because you’re his, and he won’t let you.
Everyone knows — everyone thinks they know — what Joel is like, but they don’t, not really. They know he brings fire and destruction and death, that he’s unhinged and obsessive, that he’s dangerous, and they aren’t wrong. They don’t know, can’t know, that he truly is fire. He’s also goofy and insecure and his voice breaks when he’s anxious, but he’s always burning on the inside. He’s made of fire, he is fire — but you know you won’t burn.
He shares it with you, keeps you warm at night, in your ship, in your bed. You’ve had intense lovers before, but no one like him — he’s a blaze of fire in your bed, he kisses you and it’s in you too.
You know you won’t burn, because you’re his, and he won’t let you.
You know you won’t burn, because now everything burned, you’re part of him, and he’s part of you, and you won’t tell anyone how this feels. They’ll think you’re crazy — and it’s not for them. They’ll never know, another lover might know some, but no one else will ever truly know what it’s like to be soulmates with fire.
To know you won’t burn.
Because he is fire, and you are his, and he is yours.
You’re made of fire, and you know you will not burn.