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The bricks are hot against Etho’s back, and he has no doubt that the scorch marks marr this section of the wall as well.
Flint is across from him, panting into the cold night air, and maybe Etho’s looking too closely if he can see the villain’s breath in the air.
He always seems to be looking too close.
At least Flint thinks so.
“What are you staring at, cunt?” Flint isn’t even looking at him as he speaks, staring up at the few glimmering stars and the moon that hung heavy in the sky, full and bright and casting a gorgeous silver light on Flint's face and hair and everything.
“I’m not staring.”
Flint scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Like hell you aren’t, Steel . It’s all you seem to do lately.”
“It’s not my fault you look so pretty like this.” Etho’s teeth click together, words not cut off soon enough.
Fuck.
A grimace of a smile. “I’m not pretty, especially not covered in bruises that you gave me, asshole.”
At that, Etho frowns. “The moonlight though. It's silver and you’re gold and I- You are pretty like this.”
Flint finally graces Etho with a glance. “You think I'm gold?”
“I don’t have to explain myself to you.”
“I thought you were convincing me that I’m pretty ‘like this’.”
“Fucking- fine . You’re gold like- uh, like your fire, burning and glowing and dangerous, and it draws people in.”
Flint raises a single brow at him. “You think my fire is pretty?”
Etho finally looks away from that gaze, the one he can feel burning under his skin.
A low chuckle meets Etho’s ears, and he turns to see Flint who has a wide smile on his face and silver light dusting his cheeks.
How could a villain be so pretty ?
In the few minutes it took for Flint to catch his breath again, Etho just looked at him, watching him lean back against the wall, a smile still on his lips as he looks at Etho. “Okay, fine. I’m pretty and you’re pretty weird.”
That got Etho to chuckle as well. “Sure Flint, okay.”
Etho didn’t regret saying any of it, not one bit.
Flint was very pretty like this.