The creepy, abandoned butcher shop, Saturday afternoon

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Some men just wanted to watch the world burn.

Or, at the very least, a local business or two.

After what had been a particularly delightful -- if overwhelming and occasionally confusing, uncontrolled touch telepathy plus kinky sex would do that to a person -- evening, Priestly had been a bit late to rise. That didn't stop him from remembering Dinah's promise of setting something on fire, though.

The butcher shop was so desiccated by this point, it barely took more than a match. That didn't make it any less satisfying to watch the blaze.

And, you know, smash the occasional zombie piranha into it. For funsies.

[ooc: primarily for the literal partner in crime, but also open to any other lunatic out and about pre-finale. AUed butcher shop arsoned with permission.]

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah was whirling around the fire, laughing. Happy that Priestly was happy, and doing what he loved most.

Well. One of the things. Heh.

She twirled into him and beamed. "We should do this every weekend!"

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Priestly leaned forward to give her a quick kiss. "Have I mentioned lately how much I love the way you think?"

The burning shop smelled like woodsmoke, chemicals, and faintly like bacon. He could feel the heat of it all the way down the side of his body.

It was wonderful.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Maaaybe. Dinah grinned at him, booped his nose, and then said, "There are ugly buildings in New Gotham that need some demolition too. And maybe some docks here? Watch the boats try to moor without those." She hugged him, watching the flames dance, then kicked a zombie fish into the blaze. Smoked salmon! Heeee. "We can blaze a trail from here to New Jersey, if we want!"

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"Boats," Priestly said, eyes lighting up. "Bright, flaming, beautiful boats. Fill the beaches with them."

It was possibly a mistake to encourage his inner fire bug.

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"Yessss! Watch the sails go up." Kestrel kissed him on the cheek, bouncing on her toes. "Watch them light up everything they crash into!"

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Priestly sighed happily, leaning into her and turning to watch the blaze as the sign started to collapse. A few rodents went scurrying out the side, fleeing the fire.

"We should make s'mores."

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Dinah looped her fingers through his. "We could. Of course, that would mean leaving the fire for a while."

To blaze out of control! To take out buildings on the sides!

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"Mmm," Priestly said.

He didn't want to leave. It was just getting good! What if the roof caved in without them?

"Next time, I'm bringing marshmallows."

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"I'll bring the chocolate." Dinah leaned into him, then flicked her fingers to send some of the sparks rising in the air like stars.

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Priestly watched them fly like a kid watching fireworks. "You're an artist, honey. Everything you do."

Like with Hawke. That was pure talent.

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Dinah smiled shyly, picking up on that thought. It really didn't freak you out? That I went that far? I didn't know how angry I was, until we got there....

She leaned her head against his shoulder, thinking of who else maybe needed a visit from Kestrel and the Rook. Like say, her foster parents from years ago.

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Those bastards. They'd have it coming.

Priestly's list included his father, though he wasn't quite ready to say that out loud, yet.

"It might have," he admitted. "Once upon a time. You've taught me better."

You made me, he'd said. And he'd meant it.

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Sometimes, Dinah wondered, if maybe being who he wanted, and needed, had changed her too, as much as she'd changed him, let all that violence and chaos out. Or at least, how much.

Then she'd let the thought go and plan more destruction.

"I have," Dinah said, as close to contented as she got. "And now you're perfect. Perfect for me."