Yesterday, 11:58 PM
He pushed himself onto her, it wasn't without consent, but it was more than he'd ever have hoped for before this moment. Not that he'd fantasized about her, well maybe a time or two. The leather always fit so well and... he groaned as he ravaged her throat with his mouth wanting to taste all of her.
The fury of the heavens swirled about him. It was more than the ice cold rain and the hail that fell from the sky like tiny hot irons on his hot skin. The fire burned bright, but the fuel that lit the actual fire was wet and starting to give way. But the power around him churned. It wasn't his, he felt a threat and he pulled away from Oriena and pushing her off of him. There was danger and he looked around wildly the flame from the pit leapt to his hands. It gathered between his fingers and he was ready -- ready for what he didn't know. "Something wrong. There's danger."
Sasha's fury turned to concern and when he could not find the source of the presence he felt. There was fear. The rain and hail fell and the fire inside him died. The world felt dull and soft instead of bright and hard and so full of life. Sasha fell to his knees in the now melted snow, the water was freezing and it was getting colder by the minute. He reached for that power -- that fire, but he couldn't find it. Couldn't grasp it. Where was it? His mind was a fog of what had happened. He didn't remember what he did. He remembered the words, but there had been more to it, what was it? How?
The fury of the heavens swirled about him. It was more than the ice cold rain and the hail that fell from the sky like tiny hot irons on his hot skin. The fire burned bright, but the fuel that lit the actual fire was wet and starting to give way. But the power around him churned. It wasn't his, he felt a threat and he pulled away from Oriena and pushing her off of him. There was danger and he looked around wildly the flame from the pit leapt to his hands. It gathered between his fingers and he was ready -- ready for what he didn't know. "Something wrong. There's danger."
Sasha's fury turned to concern and when he could not find the source of the presence he felt. There was fear. The rain and hail fell and the fire inside him died. The world felt dull and soft instead of bright and hard and so full of life. Sasha fell to his knees in the now melted snow, the water was freezing and it was getting colder by the minute. He reached for that power -- that fire, but he couldn't find it. Couldn't grasp it. Where was it? His mind was a fog of what had happened. He didn't remember what he did. He remembered the words, but there had been more to it, what was it? How?