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 Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 8:43 pm
The firestarter sat bolt upright, face hard with delighted fury. **Truly, you are one to speak of wrongness.** He remembered now, and would forget when he awoke, but he remembered the hated mindvoice of the one who had violated his most buried and cherished memory. The hate gave him a focus, and the flow of insecurities was cut of, and defenses raised. His breath puffed in the air as he spoke, face wrinkling into a snarl. **So you want to see what I dream of? First let me see you, and what you are in your dreams. Come, stand before me, and let me look at what you are. Let me look at your eyes. And then you can look at mine. Come, sit with me on the hardwater, and warm yourself!** He was almost laughing by this point. **You will get nothing from hiding; I do not make deals with worms and snakes and insects, things that go creeping crawling dragging in the dust and under stones. I promise I will not be so violent as before. Come, ask me questions and answer mine. No harm can come of it. Or perhaps I frighten you, make you feel weak? Then you are weak, and a coward, for all I am is an old rag, left to blow on the winds.**
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 6:27 pm
**Yes,** came the whispered reply. **Weak,** she repeated, letting the word quiver from her mind, as if chilled by the waters about them. She sunk herself beneath the icy surface, and glided toward him. She drew near the surface, just close enough to be seen, not close enough to be reached. Her large pea-c**k colored eyes turned silver in the frozen depths, her skin almost as white as the snow, while her ebony locks floated about her in a shadowy halo of silken tendrils. She had a gaunt, almost skeletal appearance to her face and her hands as she reached toward the surface, stopping just shy of breaking the surface, as if she were unable to do so. **I come, as you bid me, my warmth,** she called, mind's voice filled with the frozen chill of an icy watery grave.
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 1:38 pm
For all his bravado, Blaze's smile vanished as he backed hastily away from the mask of death hanging just below the suface. The floe tipped precariously, and he was forced back towards her, shivering with more than just cold. **If you seek to frighten me, you have succeded. But what can you gain from it?** He lay prone on the ice, hands clutching the ragged edge, nose almost touching the water with every muted swell. **Furthermore, I am mine as long as you are yours. So answer my questions! What do you want?! Me?** His voice was nearly shrill; a sort of frantic panic had crept into his mind and taken hold. But he had promised warmpth and immunity to this horror, and in his mind it meant the same as safety. Repulsed by his own actions, he reached into the water, offering a hand to pull the pale form from the depths. The dream had become reality to him and he could not wake. He stirred slightly, whimpering in his sleep.
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 2:39 pm
As the hand broke the surface, Winnowill's own reached forward, gripping at the hand that seemed to burn with living warmth. She seemed weightless as she was pulled from the waters, but as more of her body was fished from the depths, the more the world seemed to pull at her. Clearly, she was no glider, and it was with effort that she clambered to the icesheet by Blaze's side. The chill frosted the water in her hair, and coated her skin with a translucent sheet of ice. No white puff of warm breath clouded her features as she blinked every so often. **Frightening you was not my intention,** she replied truthfully, masking the thrill it had given her to taste the emotion on the bitter wind. **And I do want you,** she replied simply, leaving aside any coy demeanor that may have crept up in her thoughts. The words were as simply sent as would have come from a child.
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 4:46 pm
The cold grasp bit into his hand sharper than the ice had as he braced against the rough surface, but he let the heat flow. Pulling what meager heat he could from the air, he slowly warmed the air around her, worried of using his magic directly on something so... the word wasn't frail, he decided. More along the lines of precise. Not only that, his own reserves were failing; the cold slowly sapping his heat despite his greatest efforts.
Her body perplexed him, how she could bear the ice with nothing but her hair to cover her. He'd never seen hair as dark as that on an elf, it seemed almost to swallow light, like rain onto rough sand. Distracted, his mind leveled, though still shaken. **I am no longer frightened; I asked you to come out, anyways, and I may have been wrong in asking that. It just feels... strange to talk to someone unseen, you know?
Right then. What- Rather, who are you, and what can I give you that you cannot get for yourself?**
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 7:12 pm
She sat upon the ice, seemingly unaffected by the cold. Her head tilted to the side as she leaned forward slightly. Purplish-gray lips smiled slightly as Blaze admitted feeling odd about speaking to the unseen. **Warmth,** she replied as the ice on her skin glittered the way her eyes did. **It's cold, and I feel like I will never be warm again,** she replied, slipping right over the question of who she was.
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 11:35 pm
The firestarter smiled too, teeth flashing a contented grin. **I could give you enough heat to burn anyone else to cinders, and you could take it all. You are too cold. You are dead, aren't you. One of the First, perhaps, come to help the last of your race; your legacy? It doesn't matter. Take what you need from me, so long as I still am strong when you're done.** Sliding closer, he put her hand in his, opening his mind to hers. **I trust you, because you are an elf like I am. One of the last, battered and broken. But we are not yet beaten.**
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 7:00 am
Winowill turned her head toward her shoulder, smile almost innocently sweet. **I couldn't answer better than you have already,** she stated. Her hand was ice, literally and figuratively, in his own. The ice sheet covering her cracked at the knuckles as her fingers curled to grip Blaze's hand. **The warmth I would take here would do little to help, I'm afraid.**
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 10:52 am
**It's good to know we have you still with us. I'll help how I can.** Blaze almost felt pity for someone who had fallen so far, now that he thought he knew what she was. **But, most likely I will forget this entirely once I wake. How can I remember you and what I can do to warm you when you can make use of it?*** His hold on the dream was beginning to falter, the gray mist dissapating as if a sun was rising somewhere, orange tinges glancing off the frozen surfaces.
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 4:50 pm
Winnowill leaned forward, a hand reaching up to touch under Blaze's chin. With that slight contact, she pulled herself forward toward him further, her purple-hued lips parting as she pressed them gently against Blaze's. **You will remember, my flame, when the time is right to do so,** she sent. The organe hues on the horizon seemed to pull at her, strand by strand until she slipped from the grasp of his slumbering mind, leaving him with little but the feel of her cold lips against his.
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 5:26 pm
He remained still as she kissed him, stunned by a sudden flow of emotion. Something stirred like a broken bone yet unmended, and the grating pain filled his eyes with tears. He awoke staring into the cooking-fire, wetness blurring his vision. He whispered a send, a whimper to himself; **I will remember.** But for the life of him he couldn't remember what.
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