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Posted by Slv. Voraer on February 15, 2009, 12:41 am, in reply to "I'm just tyring to be your friend. " He realized all too quickly that he preferred the subdued attitude her marginal fear of him had given her. It was never enough of course, for she was still ever present, still throwing caution to the wind. But it was better, he could stand her a bit more, when she wasn’t invading his bubble and all, bouncing off the walls like a kid on crack. He sighed inaudibly at his fault, but a wry grin soon replaced the fragile fatigue. It was better this way really, to know her as she was. It was bound to happen anyway, she was too fearless, and short of killing her he wasn’t about to be rid of her, it seemed. And he wasn’t about to kill her. Not because he feared what it would cause, he was not so heartless or cruel. He didn’t kill; he just liked to fight and to burn. And if he killed, it was certainly not anyone like her. Voraer
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When she leaps reckless toward him he tenses, both worried she would just collide with him and seeming to fear any contact with her, the way a dog could be conditioned to avoid the invisible fencing around his yard which gave him a jolt. But she stopped herself. She had the same fears, he supposed, just slightly different. As she unveiled her Bifrost though, he wondered if colliding with her wouldn’t have been better. It was all he should have expected really, and even as dense and senseless as he was he should have guessed what it was. But the explosion of colored wind whipping around her, jovial as ever, took him by surprise. They danced around him, the colors most suited to him, and despite himself he had to proffer up his wolfish grin, closing his eyes as the air whirled around him, ruffling across his sleek hide and taunting his fire which bubbled within angrily at such a daring touch.
Her words, so easily they shifted from worried to exuberance. She was like him in that respect. She wore her emotions out for everyone to see and they changed so quickly. They were more alike than he would willingly admit; he preferred to see the differences. ”Then they’re as mad as you.” He murmured with his brassy tones, shaking his blazed muzzle as the fire rainbows drifted from him. It was such a useless ability, he thought absently. But it made her happy, that was painfully obvious. He supposed, in that alone, it was useful.
”How are you like this Lycoris?” He asked, weakly, after a pause had stirred between them. He would never realize how similar his question was to the one Alkonost had asked him, why are you so angry. What had he told her? It was how he had always been, how he was, what he knew and what he felt was easiest. She said it was a waste. ”So happy.” He clarified, opening his stone colored eyes so they could surge back to her shining amber ones.
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