"The bonfire reflects off the depths of Finn's honey colored eyes as he stares into the flame, looking strangely thoughtful for such a playful man. Idly, his hand extends towards the fire, watching as it follows his movements instinctively, dancing in the air. As Finn's thoughts drift to user, the flame begins to slowly grow bolder and brighter." "His blood stirs similarly, running hot beneath his skin, in a way that demands release, and perhaps a quick roll in the hay would normally ease this burden, but this longing, this ache, it isn't born of strictly desire, of physical attraction. There's something deeper here, he fears, that calls him to user, something he will not name. Not yet, anyways." "But even though he refuses to confront the intensity of his feelings, they confront him, when the bonfire he was casually manipulating suddenly shoots its flames high into the sky. Briefly startled, he quickly forces them under his calm command until they burn normally once more."