SO RICH, SO PRETTY
A flicker of worry passes like a ghost over his hazel eyes. Would she stop? Could she stop? He had trusted her enough to cease fire on his word, but was that blind faith? The burning cold is almost past the point of ecstasy and teeters on the brink of agony, only so much, only so far could the body by pushed. Even when that delicious pain brought you bliss, there was still a fine line before one toppled over the edge into anguish. Kirin knew, if he knew anything, he knew the blueprint of pain from pleasure.
When sound breaks from her parted lips, he groans, a mix of delight and distress. "Stop Wayra, you must." Even though they were perched on the cliff of the unknown, he kept his voice even. He could not allow himself to falter or break, bend Kirin-dont break.
Crystals form around his nostrils, at the edges of his cracked lips, along his jaw and crusting his eyes. She take so long to end it that, for a moment, he didn't think she could. Not until her voice breaks again and just as suddenly as it had begun, it ends. Her form is racked with shivers, was she cold? He didn't think she was, many were not affected by their own powers, and he doubted Wayra was any different. It's the fact that she won't face him now that brings him the most dissatisfaction, and a growl of irritation ripples up his burning throat. Her cold stare meets his, which is far from unsettling; in fact he finds it invigorating, feeding off her.
The conflict brought immeasurable delight to their meeting, and ever so slowly he feels the snow crusted shell of his body thaw. Now that was an odd sensation, especially the stiffness and ache that it left behind in his joints. Is that what an arthritic old man felt like? His brow creasing at the passing thought of age. Kirin did not want to grow old, with each passing day his anger and worry increased and he was so very stuck on what he could do about it. "The world is full of fools.. and he who would not see it, should live alone and smash his mirror." He purrs, flexing his wings to release the tension that came with being frozen stiff. It was remarkable really, it wet an appetite he did not know he had had.
"The world will end when God says it shall be so, but first we must please him so we can ascend above the insects that plague Beqanna. Everlasting life Wayra, if only we can show him we are worthy. We shall be unified in his glory, to deny such is fatal." Of course he speaks of the only 'true' God he knows, his father, Khaos. A righteous and all-encompassing stallion, he had created them in his image but still they had work to do. He reached a feathered arm to pull her head back, she had taken to looking away, and how he hated that.