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“Hey uh. Can I get a cappuccino.... To take out” Finally. Pay day. And this time he wasn’t going to squander it on god knows what. Minus this cappuccino he really did not need. He’ll join the fights, learn how to master his fire power better, win some more money - he hoped. That would be the day.

This one certainly was a pretty young man. Reminded him of a snow prince, especially with the tiara on his forehead. Just the other’s presence seemed to oddly sooth him. However, it also intimidated him, reminding him of an ice-cold winter or something. It made him feel a chill from his skin just looking at him, though he knew that was ridiculous. That was his poetic mind over thinking things. He could almost sense this one was a familiar, interesting he supposed. A snow creature perhaps?

Kieran certainly had never witnessed another quite like this before, which was his main reason of gawking at this one with a certain interest. “Have you been around in the sanctuary for long? I don’t recall seeing you before...” he said with a vacant tone in his voice. 

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Okay, so he might have been just trying to keep his mind off everything. He couldn’t sleep, nightmares from the horde trying to end his life were reoccurring. A long sigh came from the familiar as he stood there, a sight to see no doubt. He basically contrasted against the dark color of the coffee. Long white locks pulled back, pale skin, a glimmering tiara on his head. The tiara, a memory of his past but he simply could not let it go. A grim past that held him like a God

A long sigh came from him at the thought. Should he get rid of it? Another sigh leaving pink lips. No. He needed to remember. Needed to remember not to easily trust, not to be pulled in by lies. He was torn away from his thoughts as he heard the bell ring. Someone had entered Delux and the white haired Barista was smiling awkwardly towards them. 

“H-Hello.”

He said softly.

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familiar-henry:

Henry had a feeling they might have very similar thoughts and struggles so he entertained the idea of picking at the other’s brain over lunch. Of course, he wasn’t usually so kind to strangers, but one of his major weaknesses was empathy. He didn’t feel it towards the majority but if he ever did connect with someone, he felt obligated to satisfy and help them as much as he possibly could. Not sure why, but Henry felt that with Cain; He felt the urge to protect. 

“Yes, it is Henry.” He smiled softly as they neared the diner, hoping Cain would have common sense enough to keep his stolen supplies hidden when they entered. “It’s nice to hear your real name.” Henry had no doubt the boy was lying to him; Maybe it was the hesitation that gave it away. “Make sure to stick with Q at work. I don’t want to risk my livelihood and my job all in one day because of you.” His words were light on his tongue but he searched the boy’s face for his reaction, hoping he wasn’t affected by them in a negative way

Technically, it still wasn’t his real name. However, he wasn’t yet comfortable enough to share his real name, Kieran. At work he was known as Kay. It could have been short for Kieran or Cain, a perfect alias within an alias. How confusing it was. 

Cain smirked at his commentary on losing his job, taking it naturally with a sense of humour. “Secret safe with me Q.” He made sure the items he had stolen were safely hidden from view as they stood outside the diner before he opened the door, allowing Henry to slide in first. He couldn’t remember the last time he could afford the luxury of going out for lunch, and entering even a diner as this. Resisting the urge to thank this one for the tenth time, he waited for the other to make the first move of finding a table. 

“You often take guys caught stealing in the street out for dinner?” Cain mocked, keeping his voice hushed from any prying ears. Hopefully the other taking his sense of humour like he had done of Henry’s previous commentary.

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binchin-bone:

Well, he had already been looking at the other through his magic, but even with that retort he didn’t alter his gaze. Griffin just kept looking off into the dark distance as he let the curl of smoke slowly leave his lips. So, it seemed like the two of them had the same outcome. The only difference was that he wasn’t in as much pain as the other was. Whatever he saw by the power of his ability was kept to himself as he finally looked over at the other. He might not have extra ordinary night vision, but the dim lighting from the shitty streetlamp provided enough for him to see the color array of injuries that the stranger had. 

He didn’t speak right away. No, he just pulled in another drag of smoke as he kept quiet for a moment longer. “You are aware that bribery is a thing here,” he said in the same nonchalant tone as before. Griffin didn’t bother to expand on just what he was suggesting, or maybe he wasn’t even suggesting anything, to but he liked to give as little information as possible. One might call it an annoying and infuriating habit of his, but he just saw it as a way to wiggle in a bit of.. Excitement, surprise, literally anything that he couldn’t predict since conversations weren’t something that had to do with bone. 

“Yeah - well bribery to me... is cowardice.” If only he trained more in his fire-manipulation, maybe he’d actually stand a better chance other than his fists alone against tough opponents. “Bribery doesn’t tempt me,” he spoke firmly, glancing at the other. 

He knew of this one, of course, he owned the fights business. Most feared him, but he didn’t scare him in the slightest. Perhaps because he was addicted to the pain he felt in the fights, and part of him, yearned for death. So either way, rubbing this one the wrong way was a win win situation on both parts. However, a wise person knows when to show respect - and he did respect this one... he admired the other’s power and part of him, however, was even envious. 

“Did you kill? How’d it feel?” he looked at the witch again. He knew this one has killed a man before, whether he did again this evening was another question, and he guessed  really he was asking, in general, how did it feel. Perhaps part of him had a curiosity, he’d never killed someone in a fight before. The only experience of murder he had was with his father. As satisfying as it was, pain came with it. But part of him knew, it wouldn’t be the case for anyone else - and that he supposed, should terrify him, he should be afraid of himself. Perhaps deep down part of him was.

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donny-bonny:

As he held the neck of the bottle he turned around with a wide smile. “Well, fuck, man, now I gotta give ya some. Just t’, ya know, totally have ya see why I don’t just like it ‘cause of the ram thing.” Again, Donovan perked at the idea of free, well, anything. “Yeah, sounds great. Still gonna get the Shiner and the, uh, Fireball ‘cause fuck I need that in me right ‘bout now.” Was he going to say that he had a shitty night? Not at all, but no one had to know why he ‘loved’ Fireball so much. Not the actual reason at least. He looked for the other two items and carefully juggled all three before he went to cash it all out. The cashier greeted him by name, and he didn’t even feel slightly ashamed of it as he quirked his usual grin while he paid for everything. “Just got paid the other day.” Like that was any excuse for him to buy this much liquor, but if this person really was right about the Sourz thing then he wouldn’t have any regrets. 

Cain lifted a brow at all the alcohol this one actually buying and let out a snicker of amusement. Couldn’t complain that the other was buying him this booze, he felt the tiniest slither of guilt, as much as he could actually sustain at least, considering this one did enough bailing him out of that sticky situation he already owed him a lot and Kieran never liked being in debt.  

He laughed out internally, letting some of his amusement slip for the other to hear, thinking of the fact he was made of fire. It shouldn’t have been amusing as it was. If Donny wanted Cain to ‘ram’ him so badly, he was down for it; even in a church if that’s what he was into. Probably not the best time to mention he was a salamander. Hell, maybe the other could tell. He probably radiated some heat if the faun was near enough. 

As he headed back out into the open air, he took a cigarette between his lips, igniting it before placing the lighter back into his pocket. Letting out a grunt of satisfaction he continued to walk in the direction of the Valustay. “Gotta tell you my place ain’t much but it’s somethin’. Live in the cheap shit-show of town.” Letting out another exhale of smoke, he offered the half lit cigarette to the other, uncertain if the other smoked or not. Turning a corner, he saw the bright neon lights ahead, flickering in the distance. “Bet you live in the nicer side of town, huh?” 

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familiar-henry:

It was clear the boy was struggling, even if he downplayed it, just by the way he attempted to pay Henry back for everything offered. He saw himself in Kieran. “I will purposefully forget to remind you.” He smiled as he lay a hand on the boy’s back awkwardly to turn them in the direction of a nearby cafe. “I don’t want you to pay me back. I want you to save that money so this doesn’t need to occur so often.” He thought over possibly offering Cain some of his money as well, to help him get by, but he put his mind in check by remembering that the boy was still only a stranger. He couldn’t help everyone who reminded him of himself. 

As they began to walk and Henry immediately took his hand back, since he wasn’t necessarily good with initiating physical contact, he could practically see the steam rising from Cain’s head as the gears turned inside. The other was clearly having an internal conflict because of the situation and Henry opened his mouth to offer comfort when Kieran complimented him. It was enough to bring color to his cheeks and make him fidget with his glasses. 

“We are a sanctuary after all. People tend to forget and take it for granted.” 

Kieran huffed at this, the kindness this one was giving was borderline uncomfortable. However, he accepted the token with another grunt, unable to argue any further and nor would he bother. He continued to walk beside the other, accepting the other’s sudden flinch in the contact but never wished to bring it up. He was like that himself sometimes - wake him during the night, most likely he’d flinch and next minute they’d be a knife at the other’s throat out of reflex.

 “Yeah. I guess, they do.” Him included, when he thought about it - when did he last do anything charitable for another? He wouldn’t, he would have no empathy. Fuck he was a horrible person, and a hypocrite. Cain never really knew how to really care for anyone any more. However this one didn’t need to know that.  There must be some decency in him, somewhere. I mean he wasn’t taking this guy for granted, nor was he spitting in the guy’s face - was that being a semi-decent person?

“Look uh - the name’s Cain. Your name is Henry, right?” Since the guy could have just given him a random name to fall along with.

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The sudden impact of knuckles against his cheekbone only drove an inner urge for more. It wasn’t about winning for him - it was about the pain. The pain helped him forget, it helped him stop the self-harm by other means, it kept him off the streets, it made him feel something. Another sudden sharp throb of discomfort hit him by the mouth, and immediately he could taste the familiarity of copper. Immediately his hand reached his busted lip, feeling the warmth of liquid against his finger-tips which caused his lips to curve upward and a laugh to escape them. 

If only he could use his power. His main reason for the fights was in hope it could induce some sort of emotion, a temper, and anger that could result in him being able to produce his own flame. He wasn’t exactly young. Well actually, he was. He was in his hundreds. His power was hardly at the level of a four hundred year old. He had a slither of it before, a fire enough to burn someone alive, once in his life - and it felt fucking good. However, he had no control over it - he never even meant to do it - something exploded inside of him, all of his heat exasperated into everything surrounding him a sudden volcano eruption that nearly killed him. Yet no matter how much he fought, no matter how much excitement and adrenaline that pumped through his veins, he concentrated on producing the fire from his hands with no success.

“Fuck!” His opponent mocked him, at his commentary mid-fight. Kieran glared with his amber eyes, into the other’s with a burning hatred. He crouched into a shallow squat, moving his feet to judge the next attack, finding any weakness in the other’s stance or skin. 

‘So weak you’re trying to resort to your power to cheat and you can’t even use it’ he laughed further. The noise of the laughter seemed to echoed the fighting ring, everyone else joining suit. It was a boring fight. One sided, easy win for this basilisk. Even if he could use his fire - rocks were invulnerable to fire were they not? Fuck he had the worst luck. Anyone else - but this guys rock hard skin was brutal. Why couldn’t he be a witch with super strength, an ability to crush bone? In fact he did have enhanced strength as a salamander, but not against this guy.

While he was thinking of a way to beat him, the other shoved his fist upward just below the rib-cage, hitting him hard in the stomach enough for him to splutter blood before he was knocked from the force onto the ground. An impact to the back of his head had stunned him, the world out of focus, and it took him a while to remember to move. It took him a few seconds to be able to re-inflate his lungs with air. Fuck it hurt, but he didn’t care. The pain was a reminder. Just kill me. Do it. Basilisks shouldn’t even be allowed to fight it was so unfair.

Kieran grunted and managed to turn himself over onto his side, before rushing to his feet again - staggering slightly from the dizziness he still experienced from the blow to the head. It was humiliating. A sudden burning fire scorched through his veins as the other laughed, he was seeing through spitting fire as the other simply stood around - not even trying any more. He already lost, but he wasn’t giving up, which in a way made him look even more pathetic. A heat surged through his body to the point a flame actually surrounded his hands, it never left his body - but it was something. Power. He felt power. 

He used the opportunity of the other letting down his guard to sprint right at him, his right hand coiling into a first and hooking itself straight for the other’s face. Even with the fire it did more damage to his hand that it did the guy’s face, though fire weakened the impact of his hard skin enough to wound the guy, making him stagger backward. Kieran flared his nostrils, his lungs breathing exasperatedly with tears forming in his eyes. His hand was broken, he could feel it. He couldn’t move it. It was over.

The opponent slammed him against the ground, locking him into a head lock and Kieran simply let it happen, surrendering willingly despite knowing the shaming reputation it would give him he tapped the guy on the shoulder three times to advocate surrender. 

If the audience were looking for a decent well fought match, they must have been filled with disappointment. However it didn’t matter, he got the pain he wanted. He staggered out of the underground fights into the open air, retrieving a cigarette from his pocket and placing it between his lips. It was a little colder than before, most likely he used a little of his body heat when he finally produced some sort of fire around his knuckles. A chill crawled across his skin before he retrieved the lighter in the opposite pocket with the same left hand, his other limp by his side.

It was only then he noticed another beside him. He responded to the other “What do you bloody think? Look at me,” he spat bitterly with bloody lips, shades of blue and purple already forming around his cheekbones and eye. Kieran raised his right hand to the other, his knuckles swollen excessively with the worst of the discoloration. How can he face the pits again after that? Absolute laughing stock. However, the pain reminded him that that was what he deserved, and he was addicted to it, he needed it.

He needed to up his game. All he’s been doing for the past few weeks were paperwork and bargains. There hadn’t been any time to participate in his own rink, and by the time he decided to let loose a little he had grown a bit rustier than he would’ve liked. Then again, his opponent did inject a few serums that boosted the other’s agility and strength, but that wasn’t really an excuse on his part. What his magic could do was devastating, but it was hard to find the balance between killing someone too fast and having fun. Since he had gone into the black matches, naturally, it meant that there could only be one man alive. This time he had accidentally severed the man’s central vertebrae after nearly getting hit. Not a finger had been laid upon the other fighter before it was all over. The man died instantly and collapsed onto the floor. The match was over, and it was over far too soon for anyone’s liking.

It was disappointing to say in the least, but Griffin just shrugged it off and exited the rink. When he had fought constantly within his own underground system he had been so skillful with how he killed. The crowd would go wild every time he stepped onto the stage, but now he was often seen within the confines of his office. That made him feel like an old crow, but he tried not to think about it as he went outside where it was more secluded and quiet. The body would be dealt with, the area would be mopped clean per usual, and the days would go on. 

Griffin found some sort of solace in the late night air outside. A cigarette was lit and stuck in between his lips as he enjoyed the chilled breeze that drifted by. He didn’t have to look over to know that someone else was nearby since his magic did it for him. “Comments? Concerns?” Griffin asked absently as he took out the cigarette to flick the ashes off the end. 

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Cain thought about the fact he was so cold, he could have froze to death. His temperature had dropped at critical level, and unable to produce any fire - it had only worsened the situation. It was lucky the sanctuary gained power when it did and it never dropped to freezing temperature. 

“Tell me about it. Why couldn’t have they provided something useful like torches, and I don’t mean the things to see in the dark I mean the miniature flame-throwers. Then I would have had to go through the painful process of near freezing to bloody death.” Though hardly practical for anyone else, salamanders were left in the dark to suffer except for some blankets. Kieran paused, lifting the glass in his hand to his lips before taking a large gulp bitterly. Kieran let out a short abrupt laugh at the mention of the other wanting him to tell the guy about himself.

“You wouldn’t like to know me. I’m a face and name you’d forget the next day. Nothing but a hot mess. Literally. ” Not in the attractive sense, but temperature wise. Cain kept his focus away from the other, he wasn’t one to bag or talk about himself. He preferred being anonymous, after all, that’s why he worked at that damn Incognito club.

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“For a place that’s supposed to be advanced, they sure as hell fucked up with that power outage”. Jesse tipped back his drink, and leaned in closer to the stranger he had been speaking with, “But enough about lil ol’ me, tell me about you, sugar”.

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Too fucking early. Cain finished work at one in the morning last night at Incognito, and he had yet another shift tonight - he needed sleep but in fact he rarely had a good nights sleep. Always the most horrific nightmares. So he spent the night staring up at the ceiling with his old pocket knife in his hand. Folding and opening it continuously until he couldn’t stand it any more. He was itching for a fight, it had been a long time since he had a decent brawl. Kieran felt irritation stir under his skin, and as he looked down at his knife, he took a glimpse at the faint scars the shade of pink and some white. The fights, now that he thought on it, had helped a lot - not just his antisocial behaviour but his self-destructive behaviour. Although, the fights were self destructive and destructive - but it seemed more purposeful and more fulfilling .

He sighed, and headed outside, he had no idea what time it was any more. Stumbling around, he thought a walk would somehow help him reduce his energy enough to sleep. Fighting with no sleep after finishing a night’s work wasn’t going to do him any favours. Strolling across the park, he wasn’t particularly looking at where he was going, his eye-sight slightly blurry from exhaustion. What the fuck. He might as well have taken a hit by being slammed into a brick wall in the pits. “Fuck, man!” 

It was more an unexpected impact with something much more solid than an ordinary being more so than the pain of it. Cain rubbed his arm momentarily, amber eyes glaring at him for a few seconds. “No, man - it was me running into you so you were hardly in the way,” he furrowed. Though technically he was since he ended up colliding with the rock solid guy. Would not like to fuck with this guy in the fights, though it would be at least entertaining - he needed that thrill. Whatever, the guy seemed friendly enough. “I’d love to have your rock hard skin - would come in handy. Would gladly swap it over my ability to set someone on fire, oddly enough.” He was way too tired to be having conversation with anyone, jesus.

After witnessing his wife’s infidelity, sleep was hard to come by. Try as he might, Micah would simply lay in bed and stare at the ceiling until exhaustion overcame him, mind too busy to allow him to sleep and every time he tried to close his eyes, his eyelids would act as movie screens that replayed the memories of his wife being satisfied by another man. It was ridiculous, but after lying in bed for hours and trying to fall asleep, Micah knew that he needed to try and find some other way to knock himself out.

Thankfully, it was eight in the morning, so he rose out of bed with a groan, stretching his stiff muscles before he headed for his closet. Putting on a black hoodie and a pair of jeans, not really caring about impressing anyone in that moment - he was too tired to care about his appearance - he headed out of the apartment at The Domain and headed for Briarwood Park, hoping to figure out his surroundings now that he was in a new sanctuary.

As he slowly walked the pathways in the park, though, his senses failed him and he failed to hear the footsteps approaching of another man, one that wound up running right into him. Turning around, the basilisk looked at the other man through his hood, no smile even hinting his face. “I’m sorry… was I in your way?” he asked genuinely.

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lucasmaxwell:

Lucas was taken back but the sudden cursing, but he looked around curiously. “Uh, are you okay?” He asked softly. He knew there could have been a plethora of problems, but he still asked to see if he could help the other out. He did have to admit that it was getting a little chilly outside and of course it was bound to get colder, so he hoped that many people would have been affected by it that night. Lucas looked at the other to fully see how he was holding up and he saw a little panic

“Uh, it most likely will. Without the electricity keeping the air and atmosphere warm, it’s most likely going to continue getting colder and colder.” He added softly. “Yeah. It’s dropping.” Of course he would know, he controlled the weather. “Why? What’s going on?” Lucas finally asked.

“Just uh - my body is not adjusted to colder temperatures. Look do you have any matches on you, a lighter, anything that could provide a small amount of heat source?” While he still had enough body heat to produce a large enough amount of fire to keep him warm. Cain breathed out, clutching his hands deeper into his pockets. Anything below room temperature was uncomfortable for him, and he had a feeling this could get extremely worse. 

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donny-bonny:

“Have I ever?” He retorted in a light tone as his smile stayed in place. “Don’t mind Sourz and apple’s my favorite anythin’ actually. Ya like Fireball? ‘Cause it’s my type of thing. Also can’t say anythin’ ‘bout Budweiser, but have ya tried Shiner? I swear I’m not biased ‘cause they have a ram as the icon.” Well, maybe he was. Just a little bit though. Donovan went over to scout out the Sourz and after a few seconds of looking around he saw the bottles on the shelves. 

“Yeah - I like Fireball. Can’t say I’ve tried Shiner.” Cain let out a laugh as he mentioned the ram. One thing he could say about this guy, was he certainly knew how to make him laugh - and that was something he rarely experienced. He then realised he had offered the faun a drink, when he couldn’t in fact afford a Sourz bottle. “Uh- yeah, look. If you want to come back to mine’s you’re more than welcome to. Got a few beers there.” Perhaps free beer was sufficient payment. 

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Mr Misanthropist

CHARACTER STRENGTHS (Literally no strengths)

adaptable | adventurous | affectionate | ambitious | artistic | athletic | assertive | beautiful | brave | charming | clever | compassionate | confident | considerate | cooperative | corteous | creative | curious | decisive | dependable | determined | diplomatic | easy-going | enthusiastic | fair | fashionable | forgiving | friendly | fun-loving | funny | generous | gentle | hard-working | heroic | honest | hopeful | humble |  imaginative | incorruptible | intelligent | intuitive | inventive | jocular | leader | lively | loving | loyal | merciful | musical | observant | open-minded | optimistic | organized | outgoing | passionate ( can be) | patient | playful | polite | popular | practical | resourceful | self-assured | selfless | sensible | sincere | strong | studious | thoughtful | tough | versatile | warm-hearted | well-intentioned | wise | witty

CHARACTER FLAWS (All the flaws)

absent-minded | abusive (can be)| addict(to fighting)| aggressive | aimless | alcoholic | anxious | arrogant (it’s all show) | audacious | bad liar | bigmouth | bigot | blindly obedient | blunt | callous | childish | chronic heroism | clingy | clumsy | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cowardly | cruel | cynical | delinquent | delusional | dependent | depressed (oh boy is he) | deranged | disloyal | ditzy | egotistical | envious | erratic | fickle | finicky | flaky | frail | fraudulent | guilt complex | gloomy | gluttonous | gossiper | gruff | gullible | hedonistic | humorless | hypochondriac | hypocritical | idealist | idiotic (no offense) | ignorant | immature | impatient | incompetent | indecisive | insecure | insensitive | lazy | lewd | liar | lustful | manipulative | masochistic | meddlesome | melodramatic | money-loving(doesn’t mean he’s got any) | moody | naive | nervous | nosy | ornery |  overprotective | overly sensitive | paranoid | passive-aggressive as fuck | perfectionist | pessmist | petty | power-hungry | proud | pushover | reckless | reclusive | remorseless(sometimes) | rigorous | sadistic |sarcastic | senile | selfish | self-martyr | shallow | sociopathic(tendancies but not sociopath) | sore loser | spineless | spiteful | spoiled | stubborn | tactless |temperamental | timid | tone-deaf | traitorous | unathletic | ungracious | unlucky (kinda)| unsophisticated | untrustworthy | vain | withdrawn |workaholic

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familiar-henry:

Henry took in the man’s explanation and thought it over for a few moments. It seemed he needed fire to survive but it didn’t entirely satisfy his cravings. Yet, he didn’t have money for food, so he stole. He supposed that still equaled out to stealing because he needed food to survive. At least, he needed food to thrive. “Well… next time, you should think before you act so you don’t get caught.” When Henry stole it was fully planned and organized, there was no room for the police to catch him, no matter how starving he was. 

“But I am not scolding you. You did what you had to do.” He offered a small smile of encouragement though he still couldn’t make eye contact. Henry wished more than anything that crime like this ended in the sanctuary and that everyone could equally afford food. “Let’s get some lunch. I’m paying.”

Henry smiled lightly “Yeah. It was not the smartest moves I’ve made but uh - hey thanks for understanding.” Kieran frowned to display serious gratitude. However, he did not quite expect what he said next. At first, more lines formed between his forehead, working out what to say. Thank you? “I already owe you, man...” he said quietly. “Alright. Thanks. Really. Just. Remind me to write you a pay check when I get paid.” He laughed.

This guy seemed to evoke a sense of morality in himand faith in humanity, barely anything, but a tiny fragment - something he never quite experienced before. I mean no one has ever paid him lunch before. How was he to react, would declining be rude? Would accepting seem like he was begging for the guy to take him out? It was unexpected, he was thinking too much into it - but Kieran had never experienced kindness. Normally he would take advantage of another, but this guy - he wanted to pay him back and there was no sense of relief because he had already taken so much of him already just aiding him from the police. For the first time Kieran genuinely felt that the curve of his mouth was real. “There should be more people like you,'specially in this place.”

He wished he could be that, but he just wasn’t - he wasn’t a good person. That opportunity was over for him long ago. A heaviness seemed to press down on his chest for a few moments before he shook it off.

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iggyfeng:

It was odd really. How one can accept death so easily. It’s what Ignis had done as he laid there against the cold pavement. His golden hues stared up at the other weakly, almost dull. The hands on him were as cold as his own, not adding any comfort. Why did they have to live under the damn water. 

The futile attempt to get fire going was a heavy heart. He watched him, slowly reaching out and placing his hand over the others. With the last of his strength, he used his fire ability to aid the lighter, a huge flame shooting up.

At first, he furrowed his brows wondering what the other was doing - but soon it clicked. Maybe their strength combined would be enough. A glimmer of hope filled his heart and at the feeling of hot scorching heat exploding through his hand, through them both ‘causing the flame to burst at a better magnitude. This would also call for help, as well as provide a small amount of heat for them both - and light to see where they were going. This no longer seemed so hopeless.

“Aha! Fuck. Y-you did it. It’ll be okay, you h-hear me?” Though by the looks of him, he had used all of his remaining strength on making that fire, which means his temperature could have dropped dangerously low. “Come on. Stay with me, huh?” Kieran had started to breath steam from the cold, but he was optimistic with the help of the flame. Kieran used more strength to bring it closer to them, managing to increase the ferocity instead. It could still be seen in the dark, but it was more valuable nearest to this one to keep him alive. The fire was making his power grow stronger, allowing him to keep the fire going without the aid of the other.

“I’ll carry you if I m-must, but you’ve g-got to s-stay awake as long as p-possible.”  He wasn’t sure why he felt such a desire to save this one’s life. A salamander like him, I guess it pulled his heart strings, a little, whatever was left of his heart strings. They were in there somewhere. He struggled pulling him across the street, but they were getting closer to the hospital - and that was the main thing. Keep moving, keep the body heat regulating.

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