[SE] it's a mud, mud world

JUST STARING AT THE SUNRISE
ABOVE THIS HOLLOW TOWN
BEEN CHASING EMPTY MEMORIES
THE KIND THAT'S KEEPING YOU DOWN

His eyes widen a bit as her fire joins in. He doesn't dare lift his gaze from the focused task of not roasting himself along with the mud, but the process is soon over with the addition of her own heat, the memory mud recoiling from his pantleg and writhing into defeat on the ground. He yanks his limb away from the inferno once he's freed, fabric colored darker in a smeared outline where fibers had started to cook. His skin beneath radiates excess heat still, skin pulsing with it.

"Good thing the mud here is smaller than twenty feet," he muses, gaze unflinching from her continued assault until the sludge is well and truly cooked. On the topic of monstrous things though, "So what's the worst you've faced off with?" he wonders, knowing she had faced a fair share already.

He straightens up and lifts his gaze from the roasted ground to the bright shimmer of her eyes, a smile fitting into place the moment he holds them. She always comes alive with ferocity in a way that he admires, the red crown around her too feral to ever be fully contained and tied back, wisps drifting out like vengeance as the lick of flame from her magic gilds everything in a warm glow. She's gorgeous.

THIS SENSE OF INDECISION
AIN'T WHAT WE HAD IN MIND
THE DREAM THAT I ENVISIONED
I AM STILL HOPING TO FIND