BURNING DESIRE {FISH HOOK}

[BREEZY ROSE SILLS]

What a fun day it had been so far. It really had been a good day, nothing seemed to go too badly for Breezy. She had been practicing a lot instead of going running or spending time outside of the practice arena. She had been working on her sword swallowing mostly, trying to fit three swords down her throat. Two wasn't a problem, but she felt herself get rather dizzy after three. She didn't get it but it was something she really needed to practice. She felt the same way when she was still an amateur and could only get half of a sword down her throat.

Of course though, after she would try three and fail, she would take about a twenty minute break to let her body cool down. Getting sick was not the funnest thing in Breezy's opinion but she tried her best just to be as comfortable as possible. Since no one was in the room, she had only been wearing a sports bra and capri yoga pants, her feet bare and dirty from the ground. Which she honestly didn't care. She was a daredevil, she liked getting dirty.

With her long hair messy and in her face, she let her body relax in the side splits, both legs out to her side, her chest resting on the ground. It looked very painful to anyone who couldn't be that flexible, but it was comforting to the blond. In front of her on a cloth was three swords which she had been working on.(this is how she's sitting)

When she felt herself not being able to swallow the swords, she would go into the splits and let her chest and the side of her face press against the cool ground. Since the ground was rather cold, it was always nice and refreshing on her chest. Next to her was a CD player and a bottle of water, just to make even things more comfortable. Playing on the CD player at that moment was a CD a friend of hers had burned for her, filled with Escape the Fate, Avenge Sevenfold, and other awesome bands.

Feeling as if she relaxed enough, she stood up and brushed the dirt off of her body, walking around in a circle for a moment before leaning down and picking up a sword. Her specialty was swords, but she loved fire. She knew how to juggle fire but that was about it. She wished she knew how to do more but she was there to learn more.

With her hand on the hilt, she swung the sword around, watching the blade glide through the air and the light that hit the blade. She had seen Max do this before and never really gotten why he did it, but now she did. It was nice to watch, just something pretty and pleasing to the eye. Humming along to the music, she put the edge of the blade down into the ground and leaned into it, trying to think about what she was going to do now. Lost in thought,she let the music take her away, wondering what else she could practice for the day.

[PHILLIP "FISH HOOK" FRAMLOE]

Today had been quiet for the veteran daredevil. From the moment he woke up he'd sort of just lounged around, listened to music, watched movies and generally been a pretty normal guy, Well, as normal as heavily tattooed masochistic pyromaniac who'd spent twelve years working at a circus as a daredevil possibly could be. Indeed the man with his dirty naturally blonde, but currently orange hair and his beard braided into two separate pieces was a strange sight to see, even when he was doing the most regular things. Even simply taking a short walk he found eyes wandering after him, which didn't bother him at all. He liked being stared at, it meant he was doing what he did to perfection.

The time for lounging was soon to come to an end and the man figured he'd best prepare himself for a little spot of practice. He stood, shirtless as always and simply slid a pair of bizarre multi-colored pants over his boxers shorts. The upper half of his body remained untouched, that wouldn't change. for Phil, it was either shirtless, or a suit, there was really no middle ground, unless he needed to 'dress up' to go out and eat. That's just how things had been since he joined the circus. He was there to cut lose and be strange, wacky, entertaining and just generally bizarre so that's what he was going to do. Yes some would say he'd gotten lazy in his time, and wasn't practicing enough anymore, but when that was called into question he would simply point out that he was his persona was constant, consistent. His life was practice for his work on stage, even if he did lapse in traing every now and then.

The grizzled, scarred and perhaps most of all burnt man made his way to the practice arena. He didn't get many looks around here this time of day as there was no real audience around, just him and those he worked with. Still, armed with his kerosene and his lighter, along with several sets of fire poi, and an entire tackle box worth of fishing hooks, the man entered the colorful tent and beamed around the building.

His eyes fell upon the gorgeous young female daredevil and he smiled fondly, He liked Breezy's style as much as he did her looks and he quite enjoyed both, although he never really expected much to come from it Af'ernoon Breezy. He greeted the girl as he set his bags down and retrieved his kero, lighter, and poi. The poi were mostly for juggling and fire twirling but also because frankly they looked awesome to light one's self on fire with. Soon, he'd walked into the center of the ring and wet his tongue with kerosene, the same liquid the fire breathers used for their tricks. In addition to treating his own tongue he wet the poi sufficiently so that they would light.

With a touch of the lighter's flame to the poi, the daredevil set to rehearsal. This wasn't exactly his favorite part of the routine, he got his kicks from pain and he wasn't going to feel any here unless something went terribly wrong and he didn't want that. Still it was certainly flashy to see of a night the flames spinning about his body and hurtling in to the sky, only to be caught and rejoining the dervish around him. That was exactly what he was effortlessly displaying now, after twelve years of work it was hardly difficult. Finally routine concluded with him holding all three of the still-burning poi in a single hand, his kerosene laced, and thus fowl-tasting tongue wandered over the flames of the poi and instantly caught alight. Finally some pain, but unfortunately this exhilarating sensation wasn't gonna last too much longer.

keeping his flaming tongue extended he imagined the crowd before him as he took a bow, the flames still on this tongue, which was likely to blister just a little, but he didn't care. In a moment of mischievous impulse, the man pulled Breezy fast against him by her waist, kept his eyes out to where the crowd would be as his tongue wandered against her neck and the smoke of a dying flame rose between them as he simply smiled at Breezy, in quiet amusement.

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[BREEZY ROSE SILLS]

Wait what the hell?! The blond noticed someone come in and say her name, but she was so deep in concentration that she really wasn't paying much attention. Which really wasn't a good thing, because letting your guard down in a circus was never a good idea. Though of course, she did because she was deep in thought and was really trying to think of something creative she could do. Something that would really make the audience gasp and stay at the edge of their seats.

Though as soon as she was grabbed, a gasp left her lips. What she felt next she didn't expect. It was hot at first, but then she felt the feeling of someones tongue. It freaked her out so much that it sent shivers up her spine, making her cringe. " OI!!!!! What the hell!?!?!?!" She said with a rather discested expression. She immediately pushed away from whoever it was and spun around quickly, her eyes burning with anger and annoyance. Her eyes fell upon a fellow daredevil who she never really talked to. She knew his name but didn't really talk to him. So of course, her anger melted somewhat but still.

As she began to asses the situation, she looked at him and blinked, a chuckle escaping her lips. She ran her hand over her neck where he had licked her and shuddered. " Damn that felt weird." She said at first, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. " Was your tongue on fire?" She asked him, feeling her skin slightly tingle like a light burn would. It stung, but the pain didn't hurt bad. She was used to bad pain , so this feeling was nothing.

Leaning into her hip, she continued to stare at him, her other hand occupied by the sword. She walked back over to were she had been stretching and were all the other swords were, setting them down. As soon as her hands were empty, the quickly found their hips, walking back over to him with a curious sway in her hips. " You wanna show me how you do that?" She asked him, very curious as to what he just did. She loved fire, even though the daredevils rarely used fire in shows , that didn't mean they couldn't practice it to have a bit of fun...right?

Well whatever, she liked fire and wanted to know what he did. It creeped her out at first but now, well hell, she was just very curious. Letting her eyes fall onto his body, she liked big , buff men like him. At least she found them attractive. Anyone who did the same thing she did she immediately found attractive. Of course though, she wasn't going to show any weakness like that, at least not yet. Work was her number one priority, everything else was just a way of having some fun.

Of course though, Breezy new how to have fun as always. Back when she was in Russia and she got bored of the every day ballet schedule, she used her teasing and flirting skills to have some fun with the ballet director. That was one of her dirty little secrets and she was good at keeping those secrets. Unless she had a very good friend, no one needed to know about her previous affairs. That was her business and no one elses.

Though with a simple smile and a chill attitude, masking those painful secrets was the easiest thing she could do.

[PHILLIP "FISH HOOK" FRAMLOE]

Fish Hook had had performed this routine hundreds upon thousands of times, as much as he'd taught his tricks to people before, most were more interested in his ability to juggle flaming poi with their strange aerodynamics and still manage to not only not miss a catch consistently, but also manage to avoid burning himself, even when he intentionally covered himself in kerosene in front of them. That was what normally impressed people, but Breezy was impressed by a flaming tongue? Perhaps she thought that this feat was just as easy as flaming pins or something. Ah well.it didn't much matter how she looked at it, she wanted to know what she wanted to know, right?

A sly laugh that had a sound to it best described as a cross between a poltergeist's cackle and a fairy tale giant's booming chuckle rang out from the older man's lungs as he looked at the bemused girl's face. His eyes followed her to the swords, ah swords, he hadn't done sword work in a while and would probably struggle with getting a fifth down these days. He'd need to practice that when he was done, maybe he'd even try swallowing flaming swords at the next show if he could get it down. that'd sure as hell be a crowd pleaser, right?

Well I'm pretty sure it's blisterin' and yah got that li'l bitty burn there on yah neck don't yah? came the rhetorical question from the scarred veteran's smiling lips. He probably sounded a bit condescending but it really wasn't his intention to be. He was just trying to mess around and have fun with the situation. When the girl asked if he could show her, he paused for a moment in mock thoughtfulness, of course he'd show her. Sure thin' Baby Bold. He said, nicknaming her on the spot. He thought it fit. She was so young, and so inexperienced but so ready and willing to learn some stuff that'd scare the hell out of most people, it was impressive.

'S pretty simple really. Fire breather taught me abou' eigh' years back now, but 'es gone now. all y'gotta do is take some kero, make sure yah don' swallow it or nothin' get y'tongue nice 'n wet with it. With that he paused to soak his tongue and place the kerosene on the ground between them. God he hated that sensation, but he didn't let it show on his face. Be warned, it tastes like crap. He hoped the next part of the trick would explain it's self, as he held the still flaming poi to his mouth and his tongue slithered from between his lips and burst into light and heat. he allowed a moment for smoke to rise before licking the flame out on his own palm.

Simple as that, Baby Bold, Why don' yah grab yah water bottle jus' in case an' give it a go? remember to lick the whole fire out or the flame'll jus' spread again. He warned the girl as he offered his poi to the girl, staying close to insure that he could help the rookie if need be, he certainly hoped he wouldn't get her hurt, but he recognized that pain was really the only way to earn knowledge in this business, and besides, he was a masochist, so it wasn't a huge deal to him either way, but he doubted that 'Baby Bold' would feel that way about it.

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[BREEZY ROSE SILLS]

Baby bold? Sounded like a cool nick name in her opinion and honestly she didn't really care. She had given nicknames to Max , but this guy...she didn't know. Normally she went off of nick names from their first name, but honestly he already had a nick name so fish hook was what she was going to call him for now.

The burn wasn't the worst wound she had. Along her stomach, she had a long, deep scar. What was it caused from? Well when her aunt began to help her with the basics of being a daredevil, she was trying to juggle knives. Lets just say one slipped and ran across her stomach because she was leaning back to far. She had several more but the one along her stomach was the worst. She remembered having to get stitches in that and just the thought of it send more shivers down her spine.

She listened to him and blinked. Kerosene didn't taste well. She knew that. As part of her aunt's training, she tried showing her how to eat fire and just get used to the taste of Kerosene but that was not the most pleasant thing she had ever tasted. Knowing she would have to do it again made her scrunch her nose up in discust. Awesome.

She watched him do it once again, studying his every move. Okay, seemed simple enough. She was an eager student in front of him. With a swift movement, she grabbed her water bottle and picked up the bottle of Kerosene. She took a deep breath and gulped, looking back at him. She was slightly nervous but she got a vibe that he had her back in case something went wrong.

This was one of those moments that would be taking a risk, just like all the way back then when she tried juggling knives. Her first attempt ended her in the emergency room and she really didn't want her face to get set on fire. With a deep breathe, Breezy took the kerosene to her tongue, covering it. Bah! that tasted so bad!! God damn, she didn't remember it being this bad.

She struggled for a moment, to keep her composer, but put the Kerosene down, knowing not to swallow it. She stuck her tongue back out, wanting him to light it for her since she was too afraid to do that. With her free hand, she waved at him to hurry up because the taste of that kero was not pleasant at all.

" Gah! Hurry up man, this tastes horrible!!!" She gasped, her eyes watering a bit. With her water bottle in hand, she was prepared to just spit as much kero out of her mouth as much as possible, but she wasn't going to show she was a chicken in front of a fellow daredevil just yet. You never learned unless you tried right?

[PHILLIP "FISH HOOK" FRAMLOE]

A smile played across the Daredevil's lips as he watched the novice. She was completely out of her element, that much was obvious by the simple way she approached the kerosene bottle told him that. Perhaps she wasn't completely new to what she was doing here, but if she did have experience it wasn't anything good. Still, Fish Hook would watch the rookie and let her do things her own way as much as he could before he turned around and told her she was wrong. He knew he'd be able to help her if she was in trouble, but he didn't want to stop her before that point, simply because he knew the best way to learn these things was through personal experience, and Fish Hook didn't want to cheat the gorgeous young blonde out of a learning experience.

That same laugh erupted from Fish Hook once more as he saw the girl scrunch up her nose at the smell of kerosene. Fish Hook had come to like it, really, the smell. Associated it with a lot of good memories, not to mention the warm sensation of fire playing over his tongue. Of course, Breezy wasn't Fish Hook and she more than likely wasn't a masochist, so Fish Hook's laughter was probably unfounded, really.

He'd been waiting for the girl to take the poi, or at least move into the flames, but as he watched the smoke rise from the poi and the dying flames dancing on them, it became clear that he was going to have to do this part of it himself. Fish Hook had taught people various tricks before but he'd never had to light someone else's tongue for them. Are yah f'real kid? He asked, hesitating for a moment. He'd never been in a position where he'd had to do this,but he did it anyway. Not allowing her a a moment to answer he bought the poi down to he tongue with a grin.

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