Delve into the writer’s weird mind here.
Like a raging fire his temper would rise, burning all in its path. He could feel his insides writhing in suppressed fury, almost like a volcano it would explode soon. The reddish yellow lava could be seen in his expressions, the heat felt in the burning stares from his deep brown eyes, the smell of burnt earth would soon fill the air when he started speaking.
She was all too familiar with this grand phenomenon, a character like nothing she’d witnessed before, her heart palpitating but she wasn’t scared, it was hard to be when the day looked this beautiful. Standing on their 19th century inspired balcony, overlooking a street that belonged in its time; 21st century, she marveled at the beauty. How could she be scared?The air smelt of lavender mixed with wood and a rising sense of near horror and wonder. She walked briskly to the edge of the 9ft room to retrieve her silver bracelet, sapphire. For some reason it always seemed to calm the fire storm that was welling up inside of her, for she was he. No matter how close the volcano was to erupting, she always kept him in check. He had to be the girl all the time so his masculinity would not get the better of him.