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He nodded, moving the plate and fork to the sink, quietly washing them and hand drying them, then starting on the pans. He didn't like the tone of her voice, though he wouldn't question it, just keep on with his day-to-day life as it was at the moment.

He glanced over and smiled, seeming almost to know that she had not meant to be harsh. He then finished his work, moving to sit back down at the counter, his wing fluttering gently as he sat down, sure to move into a nice soft position once he was settled.

He nodded, raising his hand and watching the idle flame dance, smiling warmly. After a few minutes it took shape of Kalie, and Vince smiled. Soon it formed with Torment as well, the two in eachother's arms as Vince closed his eyes and let it set there, hand falling away to leave the flame sculpture there.

He rolled his eyes, snapping his finger and watching as a flame enveloped her arm. Though it would not burn, nor would it leave any form of mark. He smiled, watching her, the flame people now seeming to dance a waltz.

((*gnaws on his b***h's brain*))

Slowly Tor roused from his sleep, the crackle of the cleansing flames filling the room as they washed over his body, leaving clothing and bedding unharmed. Arcs of bright blue energy jumped between the spikes of his hair as he slowly opened his eyes, turning with a slight moan to where Kalie should be, running his hands over the bed under the sheets. He blinks his eyes fully open as he notes her absence, especially when he notices how early it must be, the white sun not even having dawned, or possibly very later as the Palace blocks out most of the light. With a brief snap of his fingers the room becomes illuminated by several small fonts of liquid flame hanging in the corners as he sits up in bed. He closes his eyes and presses his fingers to either side of his nose, looking as if he were praying, moving his hands out to the sides and over his face as he seems to almost wipe the sleep from his visage. He glances back to Kalie's pillow and gently takes hold of the rose with two small arcs of energy from his index finger and thumb, lifting it up to look at it more closely. He clentched his fist and brought it closer to his chest as a field of permanent cold seemed to wrap around the rose, moving it over to rest upon the nightstand. He swung his legs around out of the bed and planted them on the ground as he slowly stood up, turning to make his way off to the bathroom to shower and whatnot.

*Shaking her head at Vince, she leaned back on the cupboards; her head accidentally hitting it with a gentle thump this time around. Wincing she twitched and stretched out..best she could while still perched on the counter top..*

"Oh?" *she looked at him questioningly*

"don't.. its fine.."

*Yawning, mid way through the sentence her words became a little garbled.. but for the most part, she had gotten the point across. Her eyes flickering between open and almost shut as she lazily lounged..*

After a short while Torment emerged from the master bath wearing only his boxers and pants, a towel hanging around his neck as he tried drying the mess of red hair. He got a bit fed up by the sporadic energy discharges and unwillingness to dry so he stopped and concentrated for a second. With a roaring white flame that even caused the fonts of liquid fire nearby to flare up, his hair dried completely, the energy discharging from it causing it to stand up in perfect spikes. He poked at them a little bit to make sure they were near perfect at least, and then extended his hand towards the nightstand where his shades were laying, causing them to jump to his hand as he passed towards the door. He set them on the tip of his nose, but did not push them up any farther, heading downstairs, forgetting Vince was still around.