#flamesided

Lips pinched in a smile that tried its hardest to completely break out onto his face. “I still have this one,” he said lightly as he gave a quick wink at her with his uncovered eye, “but you just haven’t seen me with my hair up yet.”

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Lio opened his mouth to give a response, but his words were lost on his tongue. Dried lips pressed together into a thin line and his eyebrows moved together beneath his bangs as he contemplated the correct answer.

Their life was one caught in a constant liminal state; for each door they opened one locked tight behind them. It was difficult to lay down roots when they were occupied burning down the rest of the forest.

To any of the others who followed Lio and his generals, he would have offered a simple answer. That the Burnish would survive, make a city of their own, and burn higher and brighter than those unaffected by the Promare could ever imagine. But how much of that was wishful thinking?

A dreamer he may have been, but the realist in him filled the gaps in his fantastical plans and kept the whole thing together.

“I... I don’t know, Meis. I don’t know what’s going to happen.” A rare moment of weakness slipped past pink lips as Lio found himself being won over by heavy-lidded blue eyes and a face he trusted more than any other.

He wondered how long Meis had been waiting to ask this. How long it would take before the others questioned his lead as well. Despite his derailing train of thoughts, Lio knew that Meis trusted him just as much as Lio trusted him in return. Meis wasn’t questioning his resolve, he was asking for his peace of mind. For Lio’s, too.

Lio may have owned the title of “boss” but authority be damned he would do anything for Meis and Gueira. He wore himself thin for each and every one of the Burnish he appointed to his care, but it was more than just an obligation or his role as their representative that tied him to them. Since becoming a Burnish — perhaps even longer than that — no others had met Lio on an emotional level in the way that they so flawlessly had. They may not have always seen eye-to-eye, and even still their beliefs wavered from a converging goal, but no matter the strife they would always come back together.

For working with him, for protecting him, for caring for him, Lio owed Meis a proper answer along with whatever else his mortal life could offer.

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@flamesided​: 💝 from Meis 

Today was just like any other day as a member of the notorious Mad Burnish gang. Lio and the rest of the gang had spent long hours riding out in the scorching sun, paroling the borders along Promepolis in the hopes of stopping Kray and his forces before they could reach the sanctity of their Burnish compound some miles away. These days Freeze Force was quite relentless in their efforts to extinguish their existence but this didn’t stop the Burnish from fighting back with the intensity of their flames.

Once the dust in the desert had settled and there was no sign of freeze force troops nearby, the Mad Burnish leader had signaled for the the gang to finally retreat to safety of their compound for much needed rest. As the majority of the gang roared off with their motorcycles in gallant victory, Lio had decided to stay behind, seeking this moment to relish the golden, violet hues that cast themselves along Burnish territory, taking note of the promise he made as leader of Mad Burnish as he cast a solemn gaze upon city just beyond the cliff he stood upon.

Just as he turned heel to retreat with the others, he was met by two familiar faces, their figures proudly propped against glistening metal as they loyalty awaited Lio’s approach. “ Guys, there was no need to wait for me, ” Lio said, lavender eyes falling between Meis and Gueira as he spoke, almost feeling bad for holding them back by not returning along with the others when he released everyone earlier. As Gueira spoke up to explain their reasoning for staying behind, Lio couldn’t help but turned his lips up into a small smile, laughing to himself as Meis tried his best to calm down the feisty of the trio.

“ Well I’m sorry, I should’ve went along with everyone else but the sunset was particularly stunning today.., ” Lio murmured as he approached the taller mad Burnish members, settling between the two. “ I suppose it can’t be helped, but you both don’t have to worry about me.. I’m here to fight and protect you both just as equally. ” Reaching with the tips of his toes, he pulled both Burnish members into a group embrace, gentle lips pecking against each forehead affectionately as he leaned up to the best of his ability despite his lacking height.

“I’ve likely been looked into deeper than I’d ever care to know,” he said, brushing off such a personally heavy thought with a shake of his head. However the thought wasn’t really gone but at least it was further away than usual. Perhaps it wasn’t the best opening for an answer but it was what pushed to the forefront of his mind first.

To actually be asked, in good faith, about himself was something truly welcoming and he smiled with his eyes. “For you though, I’d gladly indulge your curiosity. I can’t say mister mysterious forever.”

Well, didn’t she feel special? She did. A little bit, actually. Maybe it wasn’t that deep--certainly not as deep as the questions his first comment raised--but it was a small victory. She’d take it. She’d take it and start with something more present--a burning curiosity. “Well then...” A pause. Head tilt. “--there really isn’t a good segue for this, huh. This isn’t what I came here to ask, but I don’t know! And I aim to.”

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How is it so fucking difficult to breathe? Gueira gasped for air, the feeling of his lungs burning through the lack of oxygen spiked a pain inside him, leaving the hot-head slightly out of his element. It’s only been a week since he picked up the instrument and that he couldn’t master the scales, let alone a beginner’s piece frustrated him to the point of over practicing. He felt bad for Meis though, making him sit through such an ear wrecking experience every now and then. Although he did say he doesn’t give two shits about his partner’s well-being, Gueira actually does. A wrong note made the other jump, and he felt guilty for it. Well, sometimes it felt good to see him surprise for once.

Meis never did jump and froze on the spot. No matter what he did or where his hands roam to mess with him. No, the freezing only applies to Gueira each time Meis messes with him. The light gentle touches, rough tugs, the way his breath tickled the back of his neck when he came up behind him. All of it was always a wave of confusion, a feeling he finds himself unsure of what to do or how to reciprocate. That’s the thing about the other though, he’d never know what to expect.