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It’s always been about the fire for Baz
He flirts with it constantly
His magic is the striking of a match
Sometimes as he casts his spells he closes his eyes and sees his mother so clearly, eyes intent on his as the match cracks against the tinderbox in her hands and a tiny resilient flame is born
The fire reflects in her dark eyes
He knows that this is why the fire doesn’t scare him
Even after it became his biggest threat
Even after it embodied the person he simultaneously loved and was most terrified of in the world