04-05-2015, 11:13 PM
As a child you would wait, and watch from far away. But you always knew you'd be the one to work while they all play. They are almost two sides of the same coin, the flame man and the girl who sometimes (but only sometimes) is a phoenix herself. She sees him as dangerous but valuable, an asset who could easily turn to a double edged sword and cut them deeply. But more importantly, perhaps, one that needed to feel a strong sense of his own self-worth, or he'd simply fade away from disinterest. When he speaks of Oxytocin, she doesn't recognize the name. She's been so out of touch with the world that it's almost unbelievable. Although, if you want to be correct, she was out of the world in a way. Camrynn, her granddaughter, had held her a hostage of sorts far from the lands of Beqanna. But not anymore (she thinks, little does she know). She imagines that she is free, even as constant unpleasant reminders (an egg from a wound here, a miniature bunny hatched from that egg there) try to tell her that it's not as she would wish it to be. She flicks her tail across her haunches and regards the flamemaker with unremarkable brown eyes. "As kingly as you?" she asks, no hint of amusement, no hint of pandering, just an honest question. She's not sure that she'd call him more kingly than Eight herself, but she's curious what he'd say on the matter. When the conversation moves forward, her turns it back on her and she shrugs. He might think to make her uncomfortable, but she lives in such state of social discomfort that it really hardly matters. When he finishes, she gives him a small smile, one that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Just imagine how much worse it would be if I were actually undead or something." she says with a snort. "I mean, Carnage did that. For quite a while, actually." She had arrived here just after he'd left placing Glassjaw on the throne. "You're right to think that I should've been dead long ago." she counters his statement with a simple acknowledgment, her brown eyes flat but holding steady on his. "And if you want to get technical, I did die." she gestures casually to the white scar that crosses her chest. "And then the Valley brought me back, and I've been…around ever since." She pauses for a moment. "But what about you?" she asks, her voice flat, but with a hint of interest. "What keeps you here?" she looks at him levelly, her unremarkable gravel-voice colored with a slight edge of curiosity. Don't weep for me LIBRETTEBecause this will be the labor of my love.
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Old thread, for reference <3 http://www.boards2go.com/boards/board.cgi?action=read&id=1426032274.10252&user=beqannavalley