DOUSED FLAME.

This… This was real.

Magenta hues instantly softened from the realization that who was standing in front of him was indeed, his dragon, not some illusion or fake. He feels her grip on his left arm ( it hurts, by the way ), and the new addition to her, the metallic right.

“–Yang..”

It’s the only word that can find it’s way out of his mouth as he drops his offenses and his hands cup her face in what seems like a desperate grasp. While Ren’s never normally like this, and usually avoids public displays of affection, he can’t help it right now as his lips instantly press against hers before pulling away in a breathy manner.

“–I missed you.”

         some say the world will end in  fire,  some in  ice   but then  REALITY  sets in clear thoughts, after a cloudy trip, eerie feelings of  EUPHORIA  — or in some situations a constant state of intoxication ( not of alcohol but of  depression  and  abandonment  that would make her lose her breath as it suffocates her by her fathers CRUELTY.  ) it were moments like this that made her believe  HOPE  could someday  SAVE  her from this  gloomy  state she resides in. moments when the  once  RADIANT female who brought  JOY  and  LAUGHTER  to her and her team would show sorrow in her eyes with a  tad  of optimism- but the again, that was only a tad bit. upon hearing the blonde’s voice, the ice queen’s surprised figure is followed by a simple smile––  a smile of assurance that it wasn’t a dream, a smile that made her feel glad and safe, one that showed how she truly felt about the situation: scared a little bit but optimist about the situation. they’ll get through it; the isolation and abandonment that surrounded them–  the SEPARATION they had between FAMILY AND FRIENDS; they’ll get through it all. not now, not tomorrow but someday. a sly smile forms upon snow like features as her soft and delicate voice accompanies. blue hues wonders around the area as cold air hits her exquisite pearl like skin, that one smile fades softly at the sight of ONLY the blonde, worry accompanies her voice while she speaks. numerous questions were asked,  impossible  to respond to them all but she spoke CARELESSLY as she ponders of those she  cared  for the  MOST  along with their SAFETY.

             ❛  it surely has been.  you’ve changed a lot since … since the last last time I saw you.  ––––––   but ..  did you come alone ?  without Ruby ?  … Blake ?  ❜

          FROM A FLARE BARELY LIT BURNT FOR THIS ONE ENCOUNTER   shifts lilacs to resume a   BREATHE OF LIFE  . oxygen mountains up, letting the flare retain its substance before lowering with little heat. temperature dropped with golden strands resting at ease; instead of the ‘high stomps’ of rough boots was footwear making the lowest sound possible. their world may as well collapsed that very day for separation and isolation to rip them apart ( on the inside lies a   SHATTERED HEART   for each child ). not deserving of the ‘punishment’, innocence doesn’t pardon youth from reality ---         it’ll break if you see ... and oh, the dragon broke        . legs were on the break of collapsing before an ice queen, exhaustion of venturing without hot wheels to guide her ... a piece of   HERSELF BROKE THAT DAY  . returning towards days where ignorance led childish antics would be for naught; she understood fairly well but kicked herself with a rough discretion to a bleak attitude. nightmares plague her, unaware if reality presents before tired lilacs ... is the ice queen in front of her?  a   SMILE   doesn’t reassure anything though relief surfaced in a dragon’s heart ( thank goodness nothing horrible triggered vale ). severed arm merely perks with a name far too displeasing to reflect back on. never had ‘her name’ been on the mind but the cruel reminder of a   FALSE HERO’S DEEDS  . whispers foretold the dragon         you have done well in the war ...         all she saw crimson locks approaching, drawing near with a sharp bleed --------- involuntary gasp escapes the dragon for a brief moment. remaining hand adjusts before a bosom to regain herself ( just smile ... even if it hurts muscles ). the visage was a   FRIEND ... NOT A STRANGER   ... not her ... snow locks and white skin texture colorize weiss schnee. light smile depicts a pursed mouth, dry but enough to rest ‘tension between friends’; had her strength been tenfold, there’d be a brighter ray of light for the two. enough to crush thousands of soldiers with   IRON FISTS  . though it vanishes, serious complexion replaces with a question best answered instead of repeating errors from the past. a slow nod escaped and tilts her head away, only one name doesn’t rise with ‘familiarity’.

‘ ms. xiao long. ‘

his voice is hushed, yet rid of a trace of urgency ; rather, just a softness and the slightest of smiles for added reassurance if he needed it. ( or her. ) he had tried to comfort one member of her team in the past, and it proved to be somewhat useless in hindsight       ———       he made it his personal goal to do everything in his power to make sure yang, all of them, were okay.

before they wouldn’t be.

‘ it’s not often students roam at dusk. are you alright ? ‘

| @gcldilocks

             ❛  my deepest apologies– what shall I call you then ?  ❜

         it would be a first step ACHIEVED if that question were to be answered truthfully. there wouldn’t be any fight or attack necessary if one doesn’t tempt him, or at least engage first move; no one’s going to lose a HEART BEAT, at least he’s thought no one would. everything could change in a blink of an eye. You see, one  ( at least one who would have been smarter than she was )  would say don’t trust him because a stranger coming at your door while you’re home alone was never a good sign. But he wouldn’t do anything.. not if he doesn’t feel like the need to. as long as she cooperates, things should work out fine. it all depends on how they bond, one could say.

        ;what kind of FATHER would leave his young beautiful daughter alone in a place that could be dangerous ?  perhaps no grimms were spotted around the area, but CRIMINALS and ASSASSINScould be anywhere. –– hah ! unaware, they were. and only pessimistic thoughts ran through his malicious mind of his. his smile fades a tad bit, a finger in front of his lips as a frown came to place ; why would he be frowning one would ask ?  only because it showed his KINDNESS side, in which people doubted him of having but what better of a killer than a man behind masks of personality ?wonderful, wasn’t it ?

             ❛  you see, with the darkness and the bits of sunlight of the moon, I bound to step foot into the forest before sunrise.  ––––––  I would be delighted to stay a little bit of hours, I’m a trustworthy man, I assure you.  May I come inside ?  ❜

          ❛  yang --- yang xiao long, i guess. and what am i suppose to call you?  ❜ 

          NAME DOESN’T BURN WITH FAMILIAR COLORS IN THE WOODS  . it drops without   PRIDE OR HONOR   behind fixated lilacs ( still ‘tired than usual’ ). buried in exhaustion lies a soul still on the alert with no use for fighting as before.         how much has been robbed from a forsaken soul  ??         he remains a mystery towards uncertainty, already brushing a bad nerve underneath --- hard to tell what lurks behind that mask of his. trying to pry into other people’s business draws two things: a bout or discomfort. the latter would have worked towards the   BROKEN DRAGON’S FAVOR   instead of a battle she cannot hope to win. pursued lips swollen up with a tight breath clenched between lungs, insecure to say the least about being left alone. a first for her to experience it in a while yet grows ... ‘used to it’. just for the moment, there’d be a   SHIVER DISMOUNTING A BRILLIANT FRAME  . the further they spoke, the longer they stood outside --- where a cold breeze meets her chest.

          better yet ... malicious frown made her shiver. meeting   THAT KIND   always been an unfortunate coincidence; how does someone as herself meet the strange ones? they always lurk about golden locks, eager to have a ‘taste of her lips’ though met with a   GOLDEN FIST  . for once, being left alone already met danger before this man who claims the obvious ( that’s what any ‘assassin or scumbag’ would tell me ). lilacs narrow to barely have eyelashes caressing underneath, pondering before a   DECISION TO CHANGE DESTINY  . few hours may bring forth a father who protects his sunshine dragon; there’d be nothing to worry about. he always rises from ashes without haste to safeguard someone important ------ sigh escaped to surrender to an invitation. with a single arm, she waved towards the strange man for receiving permission. her back turned to enter the small home, already setting eyes towards the couch.         come home soon, dad        , she pleads.

Yikes.

“Yeah, well, we’ll never change his mind if you keep saying stuff like that out loud…!!” Ren’s face turned red as she ran her finger over his physique, completely embarrassed by her actions and what she just said. His arms reach ed forward and pulled her against him. “Be quiet…!”