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After, or even maybe between them really (hopefully she didn't sort of just forget someone somewhere) the school tours, a lot of things finally dawned on Olivia. It was like her mind decided to remember everything all at once, in a wave of information and memory. Not like she had really forgotten it all all at once, there were snippets but it was akin to when you first woke up from a dream - especially when it wasn't a normal occurrence - and couldn't remember the details at first. True, usually they washed away with the day, so this was more like in reverse when the journey and those memories, even some not her own, experiences and especially promises were remembered.

That other self had told her to talk to him. She had wanted to while they were there, especially what she saw but there never was a good time for that. Especially during a sort of emotional breakdown. So, like any good friend wanting to converse, she had sent a few text messages at first alerting him of her request. And then a few more after they seemed ignored.

And then a few more.

The ghoul had frowned at her phone when there seemed to be nothing from his end. So, she just decided to march herself to the demon dorms. Which was always an experience in itself, but she had been there before so never thought it was a problem (hopefully no one ever did, or like thought there was another one trying to take up residence or something). Finding Andrew's room was a problem though, she was hesitant at first at ever knowing given her active imagination of what it looked like. But after asking someone, he was kind enough to point her in the proper direction.

So, that's where she ended up. Knocking on his door. And then scooting back until she was pressed up against the opposite wall. And waited.

Then sent another text.

She watched, silently, as everything just kind of unfolded. As Andrew peeked out the door - she had perked up at that moment and then sort of deflated when he closed the door. And waited some more, tilting her head curiously as she remained on the opposite wall. (Of course she had noticed that mini with the fire on its tail. Duh).

"Hello Andrew. You got my message." She greeted, once again chipper as always. The last statement should have really been a plural, but it seemed he finally had gotten up because of the last one. She smiled. Even from where she was she could feel the heat, kicking up her natural ability and cooling her body to normal temperatures. There was a light coat of frost on the wall she was leaning against as well, evidence of her heightened new technique on display. Might have been the close proximity to his room or even maybe because she felt a little nervous, something felt a bit weird.

"I remembered I promised my copy that I would talk to you. I think ... we've needed to... maybe?"

"Yes." She nodded a few times, pleased to hear that he seemed to know exactly what she was referring to. Did that mean he remembered the weird dream as well? "It took me all day but it mostly came back." Olivia's smile faltered for a moment, because yes, it did mean all of it. Especially the end of their experience. And those memories.

But the smile remained steady after that. Even after she contemplated his offer of talking location. She had come all this way, it was tempting to accept his invitation (she hadn't seen his room after all). But. Fire. "Do you have a lot of fire?" She asked in a small voice, weary. There was a new nice layer of frost behind her, some of it now in her hair.

All of it? Even... He flushed a bit just a bit, and made sure to keep his tail behind the door.

All those memories, thoughts, they were a bit jumbled together in his mind, but, he wasn't sure, did she see some of those things, that dream... of him and her...

"I.... there isn't that much... just the fireplace. Just don't go into my bathroom there is lava in there." he opened the door letting her peek inside. His room was just like anyone else's really, just a couch a chair, a table, scareio games, a tv, a small kitchen, doors leading in t the real bed room and bathroom and a shelf full of lighters... so many lighters. Ok maybe more like any other demons, demons lived in style, and while his room wasn't large by demon terms, it was bigger than most of the other dorms.

The world changed, shifted. For a moment he tensed thinking there would be another bought of water, instead:

They were walking towards a volcano in the distance. It was hot very hot and very comfortable. But there was a somber air about them. They were towards their doom. He didn't have any clue why the volcano meant doom, it only meant a good bath to him usually, but it seemed important. Something about a sacrifice. They were the sacrifice.

But that wasn't really him. Instead he was talking to Olivia "You know, we have to do this. At least, at least we can go together." that way neither one would live on sad without the other. He took her hand and held it close. She looked different alive and human. "I just want to say..."




The dream fades, but he found his hand still on hers, way too close. "I..." he felt still very much caught up in the moment still even though the dream was gone.

"I..." He stared down at her the words dying on his tongue.

Her hand felt like ice in his own. One instinct said to pull away right then. It brought discomfort, and he could see steam rising up from their contact. Was it always like this? Would every touch feel like this? It was horrible and yet, he didn’t want to let go. He looked at the ghoul seeing the frost in her hair. “Olivia you have ice in your hair.” Where had that come from? He reached up to brush it away, But it looked… nice. Like little embers that reflected the light of his tail. His hand dropped.

Jack what was he doing? He pulled away letting go of her hand. “I…I’m sorry.” He stuttered out. He had crossed it, crossed the line. He knew he had. This was bad. He should not have crossed that line. He should not have even started. It wasn’t just that she was undead. He was beginning to fully realize exactly why Molan always hung with her. She was cold, frost. He could feel it getting colder in his room and not just because he had the door open. It was like… a wake of cold, when a cold front pushes its way into an otherwise warm area.

“Let me get open a window.” She had directed his attention to it earlier. Clearly she wanted them open, he could do that. He would regret letting out his heat later, but she was here now. He opened them all, as wide as they would go and then turned off the fireplace, letting the flame go out. The room suddenly was much darker. Except for the light of his tail and the natural light filtering through the windows.

Also the Beebs, which he had forgotten, it was not on fire, stared up at them from its place near the fireplace. It was rather confused, never before had its comfy spot been rendered so cold.


Having completed his rounds Andrew turned back to the ghoul and firmly put his wing in front of his tail as he leaned against the dying heat of the fireplace.

Made him sad? He stared at her, with an owlish look, one of pure surprise. She had crossed the line. The line was important. A barrier, a chasm and yet here she was standing on his side of it.

Asking him why.

But she was the one who created the line. The line was for her. Opening the windows, it was for her. He barely even heard her little protest. Putting away the fire... he had to so he could let her in. And he wanted to let her in, just a little. But he knew her fear. He understood, it was why... almost everyone was afraid of him here, but only for her did he put it away.

"You are afraid." it was the whole of it really. Andrew didn't know how else to answer, he didn't want her to be afraid of him.

His eyes dropped and he looked at the ground, looked at the annoying beebs that had taken up residence in his room. He wanted her to come in but it was so weird having her willingly stand so close to him, even if his tail was hidden.

"You are afraid of me." his voice quivered and his jaw set tight. He felt himself start shaking just a little but from frustration, or cold he couldn't tell. The lavender he had lit earlier did nothing to settle his nerves now.

"I'm a flame demon... I am fire Olivia." He looked back at her. She didn't understand, she was trying to separate him from the thing she feared, but it was him that she feared.

This would not work out, it would never work out. He raised his wing and pulled his tail forward, between them, starting at her over his flames. A part of him felt defensive, like perhaps it was him who needed the wall. His hands took his tail into them and pulled it close to his chest letting the flames lick his cheek as he radiated heat, just a little bit. Just enough to prove his point.

Andrew stared at her watching waiting to see the inevitable fear in her eyes. Waiting for her to step back and go back to her side of the line. The shadows of his face etched with sadness, knowing without a doubt it would come.