inflammatori
I couldn't figure out what it all meant, just that I had created some sort of lodge for all the pent up aggression I couldn't release any other way. So it stayed inside the logged in room sitting next to a crackling fire, drowning everything in hot cocoa and rum.
He spilled red wine on the floor and tried his best not to let it touch the rugs she left behind, but he couldn't keep it from melting into the wood.