Flames flicker. It's difficult to truly pin down the appearance of one or its quality without getting burned - or snuffing it out. That's the best way that I can describe my feeling beyond how red or warm flames are, discovery of self and potential for cuteness or beauty - how shallow yet pure yet fleeting yet /deserved/ it is, at once useless and wholly fulfilling.
(By the way, ultra cute as this pic /is/, I'm realizing that I posted quite a few from this artist in a narrow span of time. Need to be more careful about that in the future.)
