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"The barrier between us was weak, Leif sleeps once in two days. The barrier was always weakest when he has not slept. We bumped into the necromancer, and I was able to free myself by using a portion of his powers to destroy the barrier completely. I wanted to make the earth shake as I was ment to. Then we were followed back to our home, and the necromancy attacked us. I was able to completely over take Leif's concious mind and beat all threats into submission. I receeded to cause as little damage as possible to the concious and the body. Leif followed because, as always, he was curious." The other mumbled all this as though he were sleep talking, only he very, very clearly annunciated his words.

"He's still far too fragile to merge with just yet... There was an accident some years back, when we were whole. His house sank into the earth with his family inside. He wasn't prepared to accept power in that circumstance, and so I was repressed and he ran away." The power explained this all matter of factly, but with a warm, caring undertone that was akin to the comforting, parental feeling you'd expect from an earth element. It had been inherient in Leif before the 'split', but had been assigned to be associated with his power. The mind did strange things when under stress, strange things to cope with tradgedy, or change. While it was unhealthy, it had probably kept Leif from even less healthy options, like suicide.

"Its ok. He doesn't remember. Not completely. He's not ready yet. I don't think he'll ever be." The power chattered on. Really, it was quite an amiable little personality disorder. He thought the kid was cute and didn't mind sharing a bit of conversation with him. Especially since it had been so long since he'd been able to stretch his tenderils of power and even longer since Leif himself had gotten the benifit of normal human contact. He was a flighty devil. He was plagued with nightmares of hurting people he cared about. Its ok now, though. As long as the power had a bit of conciousness in him, he could be controlled. At least a little bit.

Shiyaa shrugged, " I'm the only pyromancer I know.....I might be able to, though..." He sighed, " I do have quite a bit of control over my powers, I just don't like attacking with them..." He sighed again, running a hand through his long hair.

"Well.. It's on a late winter night, obviously freezing outside. If I were one of the guys who had to fix the power lines, I wouldn't even bother tonight. No. Me? I'd be curled up in my nice warm bed," Skyy explained, eyeing Kalen. "In other words, I'm thinking not a very good chance at all. Why? This cold getting to you a bit too much?" He would have expected the alcohol to have warmed the boy up by now. The uneasiness he could hear in the other's voice caused him to begin to worry. Maybe this anemia thing was more serious than he thought.

"It's only been about three months now. I've been to see him everyday since it happened, hoping he might have changed...even a little for the better." he spoke just loud enough for Kuno to hear him. He looked to Shiyaa again."I know the feeling. I don't like fighting, but...I will if I have to. Damon had promised to teach me to control my magic, so if we had to fight, I could help. I used to run and hide, because I couldn't help any. I'm no homeomancer, but He taught me that I can use my powers to heal, very minor wounds...like cuts and srapes, but that's all I could do was take care of him afterwards."

Skyy's brow knitted in concern, seeing Kalen's body shaking. He doubted it would get any better, either. Not while the power was off, and he knew there was nothing, even with his powers, he could do to make it come back on. "Hey, you think you're going to be alright?" he asked, reaching a hand out to place upon the other's shoulder. Even through his shielding shirt, he could tell the boy was cold.

Skyy's first thought was to repel. To pull away from that cool hand that urged him closer.. But he didn't. In fact, he did quite the opposite, being tugged inches forward. God, Kalen was awfully cold, he noted. Maybe, just maybe.. he could help the boy out. Or, at least, his drunkened mind was leading him to believe. Body heat was the best type of warmth afterall, right? His slightly glazed eyes roamed over that face, not so far away from his own. This would be his good deed, he told him.

And with that, Skyy closed the short distance between them, pressing his lips against Kalen's own.