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*Burying her face in his chest, Kalie couldn't stop blushing, and Vince wasn't helping..least of all what he had mentioned early in the morning, just as Torment had woken up. What if he could sense this as well..? It'd be as bad as 'peaking through the bed curtains'...*

*Wrapping her legs around his waist, she held on tightly..but still remained just as quiet.*

At the edge of the Razor fields bordering the Eternal Forge and the Blasted Wastes a rather tall man clad in red and black smirks as he glances towards the house. He spits an old cig at the ground as he exhales the last bit of smoke and presses it into the ground with his foot. Two blood red eyes glow behind his shades as he runs a hand through his hot pink hair, remeniscent opf the hair Torment used to have, pushing it out of the way. His clothes don't seem to fit him properly, the shirt slightly too large and the pants slightly too small, the shoes seemingly to both be for one foot. With a shudder the clothes right themselves so he looks normal, slowly whispering to himself, "Its only a matter of time my dear, the b*****d will die and we'll be together. I'll ensure this world is treated right by those that inhabit it my love. Soulscour couldn't hold up...even with two chances....I had to kill him, my darling...several others had to die too....but soon my love, we'll be together..." He cracked his knuckles as gloves seemed to form over his ahnds and wrists, a slight maniacal laugh flowing out from him like a poisonous cloud, "Soon, my love, soon you will meet me as I truly am, soon you will meet Mindblaze."

Torment was still fully awake, having been fully rested already and literally brimming with energy, but of course, Kalie would know that first hand. His hand slowly caressed her arm, moving up and down in long sweeping motions. When he spoke he seemed to long to stay, but there was also a sence of duty, "We should probably get up...although I certainly wouldn't object to staying like this most of the day."

He let out a sigh as he looked away from her, towards the windows, "I just feel that the longer the Images exist the higher chance of them becoming another Soulscour..." He shifted his arms so that they lazily wrapped around her waist and locked near the small of her back, slowly sliding up and down unconsciously. He looked back into her eyes, his brilliant purple with a pinpoint of blue energy flaring deep within the pupil, only wisps of grey floating around the outer edges of purple. His eyes almost seemed alive, especially when he spoke, slowly shifting of their own accord, "Research and spell prevention can wait...but..."

He leaned in as if to kiss her, a hand slipping up her back to mesh up into her hair, thier lips met for just a moment before he pulled back, "No...I can't..." He simply stared into her eyes, almost hoping for a reaction from her, either way, he was torn inside, both sides wanting a different reaction. One wanted to stay in bed with her all day and give her the much needed attention she deserved and the other strove to complete his research on epic spell prevention and a means of holding up the Palace.

He sighed slightly, though he smiled back at her, "Well, come on thentime is a wastin then." He slipped out from under her and ran and hand through his hair and let it rest hooked around the back of his neck and he slowly stood up. He stretched slightly and headed off to the bathroom, grabbing a pair of pants and boxers on the way. He would be in there long.

Tor was touching up his hair with a brush when he notices a small bit of white fluff on his left wing. He leans closer to the mirror, moving to pluck it away thinking it was just from a pillow or something. As he pulls on it he lets out a brief yelp as pain shoots through his wing, "THE ********!" He pokes at it and slowly the membrane of the wing seems to crumble, falling away....