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Sunstrike watched as Hibon opened the door, listening to the conversation with a curious ear. He took in the teenagers appearence, and then looked sharply at Vahn, remembering a previous conversation about using something...a tablet. He looked away, not really sure what to say about it all, and definately not sure he approved...even if it did give them the edge they needed.

He stepped through the door after the others, closing it behind them before moving to go up the stairs, and into the bedroom that he shared with Vahn. There he sat, better to probably say half collapsed, down on the floor beside his bed, pulling the tunic over his head and letting it drop in a dusty pile beside him.

Then he looked up as Vahn walked in and blinked sleepily. "Who gets the shower first?"

Sunstrike stopped breathing for a few seconds, and something inside his head went snap. It was all...just too damn much.... Why? Why should he show any kind of restraint, when someone said something like that?

He got up, brushed himself off absently, and then advanced on the tired man. One fist slamed into the door right by Vahns head and the other gripped his shoulder, pushing him back against the wall. Then he leaned in, shirtless, covered in dust and blood, and took what he wanted, mercilessly squashing the small feeling of guilt over taking advantage of someone so tired.

The kiss was rough, just this side of brutal really, filled with all the anxiety of the day and a kind of desire that had been hammering at him since...since...Since he saved your silly little life in the arena, you stupid lizard... no, that was too recent, this had probably been in his mind since he'd first heard that angry voice....since he'd looked over the wall into two yellow eyes, half expectant, half amused...

At first he thought the knocking he'd heard was his heart in his ribcage...then he realized it was a soft tap against the door that his fist had just made an impression in.

"Sunstrike? Vahn? Is everything okay? There was a bang..." Sunstrike left Vahn's personal space so quickly that it almost seemed as if he hadn't been there at all.

"S'okay Nahara! I just tripped over something...can't see in the dark very well." There was a soft giggle from the other side, and it wasn't long before she was pattering down the stairs again.

Sunstrike's hand opened the bathroom door. "I'll take it first then..." And it closed behind him, lock sliding into place almost painfully. The impression of a fist glowed faintly in the wood of the door...still burning.

Sunstrike sighed and rubbed the back of his head, wondering what the hell had made him do something so stupid....then he blinked and looked at his hands. Oh no?! He looked at the locked door for a second, and then reached over to turn the shower on.

This completed, he began to unravel the bandages that were over the right hand first. There had been stiches and scars there before...the stiches were still there, but when he ran his other hand down them, they all came away, nothing more then ash. Sunstrike sighed and repeated the process with the other, looking at both hands as if they weren't even his own.

"Traitors..." He mumbled softly. He was going to change soon if he didn't stop getting built up to do magic...he'd been too reliant on the supply being drained...on no magic being there at all...now his guards were going haywire, reacting with his emotions instead of the power source.

He was too tired to worry about it at this point though, as he took the rest of his clothes off and stepped in. Be concerned tomorrow seemed to be the popular choice.

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It was sometime later that the redhead poked his head out the door, wrapped in a towel and carrying the rest of his clothes.

Sunstrike winced at the akward position his injured friend had gotten himself into.

"Don't you care about yourself at all?" He sighed and dumped the clothes, then moved to stand over the almost lifeless form of Vahn. Carefully he reached down and took off the greaves, much as he had before when they'd been left on, their first day here. The heavy shoes off, he rolled the other man over onto his back very carefully.

Then he left for a second, digging about in the bathroom, and came back with a bowl of warm water and a cloth. Settling this by the bed he took stock of the injuries of his friend, pulling over a discared bag and taking out some of the bandages he'd packed. He worked by a few candles he'd dug up, wincing when he realized he could light them without matches now, cleaning the worst of the wounds first, wrapping it up, before moving on to Vahn's hand.

In stark contrast to the kiss before, he was nothing but gentle as he helped out his eshausted friend, wiping off most of the dust, grit and blood on the exposed body. Finally finished he went back to the bathroom and dumped the water, almost stumbling when he came back in. He blew out the candles, covered Vahn in the thin blanket, and then stood for a second in the dark room.

"...?" The matress sagged a bit as Sunstrike sat down on Vahn''s bed again in the darkness. Reaching out, he placed one of his hands against a cold forehead, brushing back the hair there. He didn''t know what kind of dreams someone like his friend would have, but he could guess.

"Hey, Vahn...c''mon boy-o, wake up. S''not real..." His words were soft and he reached for a shoulder, shaking it gently to bring Vahn out of it. Sun had to brace himself with his other hand to keep from falling over the other man as he reached out, wearyness causing his body to shake a bit.

"Ack?! Vahn?!!" Sunstrike was tired, strung out...and overall unprepared for Vahn to actually hit him. He fell over and off the bed with a thunk, his head knocked hard by the forearm.

I didn't...I didn't think he'd be that mad about it... He realized with a sinking, cold horror how much he must have freaked Vahn out earlier. You idiot, why didn't you think more...still...did he really have to hit so hard?

He tried to get back up, but the ringing in his ears and the pounding headache kept him from moving too much. I just wanted to get some rest.... crying

He rubbed his eyes. Oh...

Sunstrike pulled himself up rubbing his head where it had hit the floor.

"There's no one here but us, Vahn, you were having a nightmare...remind me to leave you to it next time...or at least wear some kind of protection." He suddenly lifted the covers and roughly shoved the other man over, climbing into the warmth.

"I'm going to sleep...now...cause my head hurts. I know this is your bed, mines too far away right now, and besides, your warmer. I suggest you get some rest to, lest you end up punching something else that you don't mean to...I'm gonna have a bruise tomorrow crying ."

And with that, he rolled over and fell asleep, not caring in the slightest that his friend might have issues with a naked lizard humanoid sleeping next to him.

There was a yawn, and a soft cute sound as Sunstrike turned over and cuddled up to the warmth of the other man, oblivious to any sort of problem he caused. Being with someone else in the dark meant security and warmth when he was this tired, and morals went out the window. His own comfort was all that really mattered, which made it really hard on people that weren't used to sleeping with a body half over the top of them.

This all probably had a lot to do with the creature that he was sharing a mind with. Though it was fire based, the salamander still was like most lizards and or snakes that search out any kind of heat, sometimes resorting to whole caves just piled up with coiled bodies resting in a cold night.

It could also be some kind of revenge for all the temptation piled on him earlier by Vahn...