Huh, remembering that frankly painful and no-fun operation at the dentist is making me wanna write the most angsty, gruesome and frankly grotesk scenes. Who woulda known. Anyway, Theseus is getting tortured :))
Instead of coming to his senses like Newt had hoped, Theseus struggles against his grip and tries to throw himself at the flames again. It is only Newt's years of wrangling creatures thrice his size that keeps Theseus from the flames. "Theseus—" Newt grunts, tightening his hold despite the elbow his brother just drove into his stomach. If dealing with creatures has taught him anything, it is how to dig in his heels and hold on. Despite this, the worn stone doesn't give much purchase and Theseus is heavier than Newt. When Newt attempts to adjust his grip Theseus lunges forward again, this time burning part of his forearm. The flames lick at his arm like a hellish caress and part of his skin blackens and starts to peel. The sight is nauseating and yet it doesn't seem to deter Theseus, despite the pain it is most likely inflicting. Part of the edges of the peeling skin dissolve into black flakes, just like the ones the other Aurors dissolved into. Like the ones Leta dissolved into.
