paint it black; any

[Igni]

Love is friendship set on fire ...

She had been ready to flinch, to take in the next hurtful words, without the ability to block them out or leave. How could she turn her back on Lior? It is crazy how you can feel so drawn to something that can hurt you so much. She’s the moth and he is her flame. But the words don’t address her at all, so she blink a few times, carefully looking up to meet his gray gaze. ”He isn’t,” she agrees, pausing before continuing. ”Carnage is though. And the God has chosen Gunsynd.. Blessing him even..” her voice is soft and small as she speaks, almost if she is afraid to say it. Not because she doesn’t believe it – because she naively does – but because she’s afraid of the reaction she might get.

The hurt and fear are now followed by confusion. What could be so wrong with her God’s chosen one that Lior got this upset? Yes she had seen them – apparently father and son – in a rather intimate position, but she would never be able to guess the truth behind it. Far as she knew it could just be their relationship, although Igni would have to admit that Lior hadn’t looked too happy to be reunited with his father. He even warns her for him. ”But why? Why would he do such a thing?” Yes, even Igni had seen how ambitious Gunsynd was, but she had never witnessed him doing something that could hurt others.

She’s shaking, trembling even. She’s upset, hurt, confused, probably should be angry too but all the other emotions are too much already. Igni doesn’t know what to say, or what to think anymore, simply too much had happened in this short period of time, thing she doesn’t even understand. Her blue, teary eyes look up, meeting his gray ones. She cannot read the look in them, but she still believes he wouldn’t hurt her. A bit hesitant she moves her legs, slowly closing the distance between them. The blue roan needs him, even the slightest bit of affection would do, to comfort her. Right now she isn’t in the state of mind to do or decide anything, but in desperate need of comfort from some she trusts.

... and fire is the burning passion within.

OOC: Sorry for the wait and lame words.. This one was quite hard to write

[Lior]

And I don't want the world to see me

The blue roan woman is quaking next to him. Her eyes seem too big for her face, filled too much with the naivety and Lior can feel a twinge of regret. He does not remove his words, not yet, for it was done in her best interested despite her lack of understanding. Lior can only sigh softly as he is rotating to face her with unchanging gray eyes.

Lior listens as she is bumbling over words with misunderstanding. Lior knows he should do something more than stand there but he feels his large hooves rooted to the ground. The mare seems to change in front of him. In place of the grown mare that he had been so familiar with is now the young filly that had discovered him in the field. There is an ache that pangs somewhere in the dark depths of his inner being but Lior knows he has lost her. They way she defends him. They way her eyes are huge and peering as she questions why Lior has said what he has said. The male can not take back the words he spoke in front of her nor would he try (he has decided). But the young mare would not be convinced of Gunsynd's sin until she became a victim of it herself.

Lior debates whether he wants to pursue the conversation with Igni but feels as though he owes her a bit more than to watch him slink off to his cave. "If you stay in Pangea long enough you will understand Gunsynd." Lior murmurs into the space that separates them. He does not understand the yearning that is consuming her like fire for he has not felt it himself but Lior has once been the young mare...pleading for acceptance...doting and devoted to Gunsynd and his words. His father was like a savage addiction to the unknowing victims of his drug.

'cause I don't think they'd understand.

[Igni]

Love is friendship set on fire ...

Woman? Igni is still far from a woman. That she had reach adulthood, didn’t make a girl a woman. Oh some would, definitely, but Igni wasn’t one of those. Her heart and mind were still the one of a filly, a child, which made her a girl rather than a woman. Little did she now know that she soon would be forced to grow up, by another’s doing. Her youth had been careless and she had been bold, stubborn and head strong, but now the blue roan was forced to look after herself in this changing world, she had soon realised that she was not ready. The safety of the Tundra was gone. And so was her old life and old self.

She doesn’t defend him, she doesn’t mean to do that, but merely speaks the truth. The truth she believes in. Believing otherwise would be blasphemy and Igni was simply too naïve to question Carnage and his powers. Even though she had witnessed the miracle that wasn’t that much of a miracle. Pangea was a horrible place to live, but she desperately wanted to believe that with every good deed the God would grand them an update of their home.

Slowly she itches closer, blue eyes on Lior’s figure while she desperately hopes to not see any sign or rejection. Him moving, backing away from her, would crush the last part of her heart too. His words make her pause though, eyes now meeting his, wide and glassy with tears. She just looks at him, trying to find the right way to interpret his words. ”W-what do you mean?” her voice is equally as soft, as she asks him for clarification. She doesn’t really want to talk about this, she doesn’t want to think about it. It would only lead her to the point at which she would start questioning Gunsynd, and with that, their god. She wanted to ignore the doubt planted in her head, as she was afraid of discovering the truth.

... and fire is the burning passion within.

OOC: Sorry, lame words.. Somehow and confused and upset Igni is hard to write xD.