Sea Salt & Sugar; Warrick

[Tangerine]

Tangerine

In the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep

Like so many times before, Tangerine loses herself in the moody blues of his eyes. In their crystalline depths, she finds that once again he needs her in the way he had when they first fell in love. On this volcanic shore, with tears in their eyes and love's first fire in their hearts, she had been his anchor, his sunshine, until time and work had dulled the loss of his mother and sister. 

He needed her less in that way now - in that broken, craving way - but she see that look again now, the pain and the confusion, and she once again falls into her destined role. 

Nothing he could say could change her heart - it had been his, and only his, since their fist dance on the planes of her homeland. 

Tangerine doesn't allow her spirits to rise at the words which should bring her joy - she knows him too well for that. A heaviness clings to him, pulls at him and she steps forward to share the burden, already wondering if the sickening thought worming through her mind could have any validity. 

Carnage, he says like a curse, and her mouth goes dry. Instinctually, the seer's ears pin to the mass of her dark mane.  That name had brought with it a visceral reaction, a repulsion and suppressed terror from the days of her torture at the hands of the dark god. She fights the frightened animal in her chest, caging it again for the sake of her lover.

"You are Orani's son," Tangerine states with determination, and a fire in her heated amber eyes.

"He," she spits, unable to say his name, "in his boredom, wants to see you stumble. He is nothing to you, to either of us, don't give him this power." She seeks to chase away the shame which drags down his handsome feature. It is an unjust shame, a sin which he would never condemn another for.

"You are a just King, a good father, a protector, and a noble man. You are better than him in every way, and not like him in any."

You can just assume sibyl is over there being impatient