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cyrus mercutio helios
 Posted on: Jan 2 2017, 08:12 AM
spirit of mercury
❝ I saw it. I saw the sun. ❞
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i saw sunlight

it burned your name
It's not like he can just look around and tell where he is. He counts on the familiar to find his way around, on the guidance of Apollo. San Francisco as large and frenzied as it was, is as familiar to him now as the surface of his planet had once been. He knew the streets, the alleyways. He could find his way from one place to another with the ease of practice and memory. Only using the wind to help him avoid unforeseen obstacles like passing pedestrians and whatever else might have been put on the path in front of him. He knows how to find his way in the city, but it's not the same as knowing where you are. He has to be always paying attention, always on guard. There's no looking up at a road sign to get his bearings. If he spaces out he's likely to wander for days before he reaches someplace familiar or finds himself back at home. Honestly half the reason he spend so little time in the Haven Hill apartment when he'd had it was because he'd get lost, winding through the city for days even weeks at a time. Even Apollo could only do so much. As intelligent and well trained as he was he was still only a dog. A guide, yes, but not in the literal sense of the word. Though he knew 'Home' and 'Park' well enough that sometimes it didn't really matter. Cyrus simply had to say the word and they'd be on their way, following some scent or internal compass he didn't understand.

The point is, if he could see, he probably would have seen where he was and recognized that this was a bad idea. He might have noticed that the voice calling his name, was leading him a place he didn't- shouldn't go. His portal crossings were rare and spaced out for a reason. It wasn't that he didn't like the other world, or wished to forget his origins. On the contrary, his pride would never let him forget. He would rather burn his eyes out a thousand times over, scrape his entire soul across space, then forget who and what he'd been. It was more that while San Francisco was manageable, the other side of the portal was wild and unpredictable. He had no idea where he was half the time, no clue how to find his way around. Sometimes he'd cross with Apollo but he hated risking his best friend's life in a world where monsters lurked in shadows he couldn't even see. He should have known, but he didn't, and the end result was that he couldn't remember.

Couldn't remember what the voice had been trying to tell him that sounded so interesting, so vitally important. Couldn't remember where he'd been or how far he'd had to walk to get here. He couldn't even recall if or when he'd told Apollo to stay, only that when that sensation of crossing ( that sudden emptiness that made his eyelids drop instinctively to hid the holes ) came over him he was alone.

"Shit." Was all he could manage as his hands scrambled in his pockets to find the bandanna he'd taken to carrying around with him. The movement was instinctive, it was the first thing he did whenever he crossed. Take the bandanna out, fold, and then tie around his face.

"Fucking hell kid, cover those damn things up will you."

"Shame, Sayer's eyes were a goddamn gift...

He didn't realize the temperature until his fingers struggled to tie the knot. It was kind of ironic really, temperature was usually the first thing he realized about a room. Especially when it sucks every ounce of heat out of his body, to the point where he wonders if the sound he hears in his head is his marrow freezing in his bones. Yet the memories hold it back for a moment, and it's only when the voices of his host's crew fade away, that the cold sets in. "You've really gone and fucking done it this time." Around him there is wind, but he's so cold he can barely grasp at it. There's snow landing on him, and it only makes him sink. He's not unfamiliar with cold and ice, he had it even as close to the sun as he'd been, but-

Never like this, San Francisco never got this cold, and his short stint as a human hadn't involved visiting any hostile frozen environments. Somewhere, a mental voice tells him to turn around, to find the portal, but he needs to just- he sinks into the snow, his internal temperature so low his breathe doesn't even show in the air. "Fuck this place."

maia leto hadyn | u said u wanted thing >.>

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maia leto hadyn
 Posted on: Feb 22 2017, 12:05 AM
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❝ she would not show that she was afraid. ❞
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allie



breathe in, breath out
don't shiver, don't give up

Insomnia was something Maia was familiar with. Oftentimes, she could be found sitting up at night gazing out her window or distracting herself with something or other until she drifted off to sleep without really realizing it. It wasn't so much that she couldn't sleep but that the prospect of facing another nightmare made her too anxious to rest well. It happened so often that she had grown quite used to operating on little to no sleep with a functionality she, at least, considered almost normal. Sleepwalking, on the other hand, was not something she had much experience with. To her knowledge, she had never had an issue with it.

Given that she lived alone in San Francisco, there wasn't really anyway she could be certain. Yet, it appeared that was exactly what she had done to end up in her current situation. It was such an odd thing to wake up ankle deep in snow, her last waking memory being of her rotating night light casting silhouettes of stars across her walls. A foggy memory tickled at the back of her mind; a voice calling to her like a song, urging her towards....something. Somehow she had managed it across the city and through the arch without waking. At least her sleeping self had bothered to put on shoes but the flimsy canvas covering her feet were hardly weather-proof, becoming thoroughly soaked within minutes of being in the snow.

The heavy curtain of white was blinding even as the snowflakes that pelted her exposed skin melted before they could gather. It wasn't that she minded the snow or even really noticed the cold as it hardly affected her, but her sodden flannel pajamas and dripping hair were decidedly uncomfortably as she trudged forward. It was nearly impossible to find her bearings in the storm, the hope of reaching the portal before it closed again dissipating with every second that she trudged through snowbanks. Though she didn't fear the cold, she most definitely did not want to spend however long it took the portal to reopen wet and miserable. She'd yet to experience human sickness, perhaps she might after this.

Grumpy and uncomfortable, she pushed a clump of damp blonde hair away from her face and sniffed loudly her disapproval. There was a break in the window then and her eyes caught sight of a dark form through the snow. Her breath caught as she froze, sinking further into the bank she had been climbing through. In all her grousing, she had forgotten that there were worse things in this world to worry about than a little wet. When the shape didn't move or make an advances, she warily moved towards it. She was nearly upon it when she realized it was not only a person but one she recognized.

"Cyrus!" Startled, she called out. Maia pushed too quickly through the now calf-deep snow and stumbled, falling to her knees as powder-soft flakes kicked up all around her. Heat rose up through her skin in answer to her panic, worry gripping her as she crawled the last few inches to his side. In her fear, she forgot to be cautious of her heat and reaching out a hand she found his shoulder, eyes darting to the cloth across his face. Her voice was barely a whisper as she repeated his name, suddenly uncertain. "Cyrus?"



cyrus mercutio helios

BY MITZI

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cyrus mercutio helios
 Posted on: Mar 3 2017, 02:15 PM
spirit of mercury
❝ I saw it. I saw the sun. ❞
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sam



i saw sunlight

it burned your name
It had never really occurred to him that he could die until he'd been forced to leave his original body. As the planet closest to the sun and arguably the one with the least defenses he'd faced daily bombardment by the space around him. Meteors and comets, his own mother's solar flares, they all bombarded his surface. Scarring him much as he imagined the boy whose body he know inhabited had once been scarred. His own skin as marked in places as the rocky surface of his home. Surviving in that environment had become almost easy, and in some ways he came to realize he'd taken it for granted. How ironic that he'd come to view getting scorched and pummeled as easy. Then the darkness came and everything was turned over on its head. For the first time he'd looked out into that wall of nothing, the scattered remains of his siblings around him, and thought. This is Death. This is what it's like to end. Only he'd survived that, survived getting his own eyes burned out, survived...so much. It was hard to think of the possibility that he'd met his match somehow. He's not sure that he'll die out here buried in the snow, but it certainly feels like it. If he didn't know any better, he'd almost say he was dead already. There was no word for the overwhelming cold that he felt in that moment.

This was a mistake, but not one he remembered making. He hadn't wanted to cross the portal today, and yet here he was. The weight of the snow was making him slouch forward, curling into himself for all the good it did. Even with his arms wrapped tightly around his own body there was nothing. Thinking felt like someone trying to jog through a river of glue. Every thought dragging itself weakly to the forefront, and making him doubt if it was even worth the effort. Especially since it didn't seem like his brain was coming up with any helpful ideas. Nothing but existential crisis and hallucinations of voices that shouldn't-

Maia?

His head would have snapped up at the sound if he could. Instead he forced himself to ignore it, and the sluggish flutter it caused in his chest. It wasn't her. It couldn't be her. It was all in his head, just wishful thinking. He even tried to toss up the sound of someone collapsing into the snow in front of him as more of the same. Something that was in his head. Something he should probably question, because on some level it felt entirely natural to hear her voice when he was on the brink of dying. Even if they'd barely met more than once or twice, it seemed fitting that he'd want her here, because she was-

Warm. So Warm. The heat was like getting a jolt through his system. Her hand was on his shoulder and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. He forgot, and he leaned into that touch, because the part of his mind that would scream at him to keep her away wasn't quite unfrozen yet. "Maia..." It was almost a sigh, exhaled through cracked lips. She really was here, and so warm. He could feel his mind growing less clouded, and he actually had to suck in a breath because his lungs hadn't been working quite right for the past few seconds. It was like he was coming to life again, and his hands flexed stiffly in his lap. All around him there was still cold, but it didn't seem to matter anymore, not really.

"Don't..." His own voice surprised him, it shook with the cold. "I-I-I'm to-too co-co-cold." He bit down on his bottom lip, trying to ignore how quickly his body was grasping for that heat. "I'll hurt you. L-Let go."

maia leto hadyn | /screams softly but with feeling


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maia leto hadyn
 Posted on: Apr 19 2017, 12:01 AM
star spirit
❝ she would not show that she was afraid. ❞
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allie



breathe in, breath out
don't shiver, don't give up

The wind howled in her ears but it was nothing compared to the rising panic she felt clutching at her chest. Logically she knew that this sort of weather was difficult for most anyone to survive for long; even through the shield of her own heat, she could still make out the bitter chill of it. Worry creased her brow as she ran her eyes over Cyrus’ face, far too pale for her own comfort. How long had he been out in this? The question wrapped around her heart like barbed wire, loosening only a little when he spoke. Something like relief washed over her. If he was conscious enough to recognize her voice, she thought, he would be okay. He would, wouldn’t he? Maia cast her eyes and their surroundings, so impossibly white, snow and ice covering the dense foliage all around them. Silently, she kicked herself for being so useless. So much time had been spent trying to learn little, stupid details she thought would help her fit in better among humans. None of it could help her in this situation. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew it was ridiculous to scold herself for not anticipating getting caught in a blizzard but it was a stark reminder that she wasn’t, would never be, like others.

There was something she could do, she remembered as a snow hit her face and steamed. Eyes wide, she turned her attention back on Cyrus in time to see his hands move, his fingers curls, and reached to take them in her own. It was so natural a movement, almost a reflex, that she nearly forgot about her heat. It could burn if she wasn’t careful but her resolve tempered her panic and she pressed his hands between her own cautiously. His skin was so cold against hers, she trapped a gasp between pursed lips. The coil around her heart twisted tighter as she rubbed them between her palms from a moment. Perhaps it was more the hope that she was helping that encouraged it, or perhaps it was the simple fact that he was so cold to the touch already, but she would have sworn then that the heat of her own body was being pulled from her. Tucking wet hair behind her ear, Maia had to lean close to hear him as he spoke, her breath catching at the cold that laced the words.

”Hurt me?” Warmth blossomed in her chest at his concern though she felt her eyebrows rose a fraction in surprise. Her own fears echoed back at her and she had to grit her teeth to hold her emotions in check. The direness of the situation left no room for her to break down now. She loosed a heavy breath, lips curling into a tight smile that likely would have been less than comforting if could see it. ”Don’t be silly,” she commanded, though whether it was for her sake or his she wasn’t sure. The blizzard around them showed no signs of stopping, snow continuing to fall and coat the world in white. Quite of its own accord, she would swear, one of her hands freed itself to reach up and brush the fine powder from his hair before the backs of her fingers across his cheek. A hiss whistled through her teeth at the contact. ”You’re practically an icicle!” The words escaped her before she thought better of them. The panic began again with a renewed force. Think, Maia, think. ”Cyrus, do you think you can you stand?” She blurted, her breath creating a cloud of moisture between them. ”I think, maybe, if we can get you moving it -- it might be better…?”



cyrus mercutio helios (ooc: *cries a lil tbh* )

BY MITZI
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cyrus mercutio helios
 Posted on: May 11 2017, 09:22 PM
spirit of mercury
❝ I saw it. I saw the sun. ❞
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sam



i saw sunlight

it burned your name
He's never missed the sun more then he did in this moment. What he wouldn't give to turn his face up towards the sky and feel golden light burn against his skin. How much would he be willing to pay just to trade a moment of the biting icy winds for the scalding whip of a solar flare. He'd spent so many of his first nights as a human dreaming of the body he'd left behind. The solid strength of a planet had never felt so far away with all his heat sucked out of him. It wasn't even like he hadn't known cold...even that close to the sun there'd been ice. Patches of it at his poles where the sun never touched, abandoned there by some long forgotten comet. Yet here he was sinking beneath the snow that piled on his shoulders heavier and heavier, threatening to become his tomb. Was he going to die here? The question kept reverberating through his skull in waves. Bouncing back and forth as he tried to force his brain to wake up, for any part of him to wake up. Maia was here, but did that make things worse or better? Was he even sure it was really her? He could feel his body grasping hungrily for that heat, but it could just all be an illusion. Some last ditch effort by his own death to grasp at something good. His mind doing its best to take him out of this icy hell hole. Yet the longer the warmth sank into his system the clearer his mind seemed to get. Clear enough to want to pull away. No matter how good it felt or how desperate he was not to ever feel cold again. He couldn't just risk this.

Any other day he would have taken his hands back from her like he'd been stung. He didn't have the strength for that now. Instead all he could manage was to curl his fingers around hers in pressure so light it was hardly there. Heat. His body demanded heat, sucked it up like a vacuum. That rush of it made him breathless, left him gasping so harshly that he could feel ice in his throat. Dizzying in its strength.

This was wrong.

Brows creased above the cloth around his eyes, lips curving downwards in a frown. Concern written in every frozen inch of him. No. He can't, he can't let her get so close. No matter how good the warmth felt, and how he could actually feel his fingers again- his arms. "I-It's true-" He insisted, and then he felt her fingers brush the side of his face, and this time he did have enough strength in him to flinch back. An icicle. He'd laugh if he had it in him to make any more then a huff.

"Maia-I'm s-serious-" He wished he could look at her, could see her. Wished he could express the desperation, the fear that he felt with his eyes. As a planet he might not have comprehended the concept of expressions, but he had the memories of the other. Could see the looks of people he'd met in his life; sadness, joy, and a million other emotions reflected so easily. Denied to him in this world without the magic of the portal to give him back his eyes at least. Useless...but there. "L-Listen- I-I-" He has to swallow and now his hands pull away from her. Tucking into his chest. "I think I can- I think I can walk...but you can't touch me." His head shook, and he could feel all that warmth fading now that the contact was gone. There was nothing to hold it inside of him, it evaporated to make room for the cold again as though it had never been there.

"I c-c-can't ma-make heat. I t-take it. I take a-all of it." His teeth are chattering, it makes his skull feel like it's rattling his brain around. Lips blue and fingers curling back into his palm like that'll somehow save them from the cold. "I-I hurt people-" He could remember other times, other disasters. Moments when he'd touched someone without knowing or understanding. When he'd felt so cold, and they'd been so warm and it hadn't felt wrong to just...hold on. How quickly he'd drained the heat from their body, how fast they'd started shivering like he was doing now. He couldn't do that to her, he couldn't hurt her. Even if she was the warmest person he'd ever met. "I do-don't wa-want to hurt you."

maia leto hadyn | /screams softly but with feeling

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maia leto hadyn
 Posted on: Jun 14 2017, 11:23 PM
star spirit
❝ she would not show that she was afraid. ❞
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allie



breathe in, breath out
don't shiver, don't give up

When he flinched at her touch, Maia flinched too. Certain she had hurt him, her fingers curled in on themselves and away as she mentally checked that her heat had not grown beyond her control. But it hadn't. Oddly enough, she could barely detect it beneath her skin as the fist of her control tightened around it in fear. Maia knew she could burn people if she wasn't careful. It was both a fact and an inevitability she lived in fear of everyday. It was the last thing she ever wanted to happen. That fear was the barrier that reminded her to keep her distance from others, it was the reason she had so few close connections. The fewer people to let near her, to invite the possibility of losing control while around them, was as natural an inhibitor to social interaction as a disease. Though she didn't look at it quite like that most of the time it was an apt comparison. Her skin could glow as bright as a spotlight in a darkened room, declaring to the whole world that she wasn't normal, that she wasn't quite human and the terror of how people might react could not even touch that of hurting someone she cared about. And she did care about Cyrus. More, perhaps, than she had realized until her worry for him overrode her usual caution. The implications of that were too complicated a knot to untangle in the present situation.

Maia ground her teeth in frustration at the irony of it all. She, who at her brightest could burn hotter than even in the sun, was seemingly stuck unable to help someone in the one situation in which she could. Questions rose to her lips as her frustration begged to understand why he wouldn't let her help him, why he thought he would hurt her, unable to see how it mirrored her own fear. That is, until he explained a moment later. It pained her to hear the cold in his voice, the click of teeth as they chattered over the words he spoke. The urge to ignore his protests was strong but she resisted, balling her fists in her lap as he pulled away from her. Though it went against every other instinct, she wanted to reach out again, to convince him it was alright. What he said -- the explanation he gave -- she didn't quite understand it. Pale brows pulled together as she tried to puzzle it out, lips pulling down in a frown. What did it mean? She thought back on all of their interactions with one another; how easy she had seemed to be around him when others spiked her anxiety enough to keep a physical distance. She had held his hand without a care with no major consequences aside, perhaps, for her own blushing awkwardness. At the time, she had wondered at but ultimately dismissed that her body heat had gone unnoticed and unremarked upon. Maia had credited it to other things when she'd thought about it later but...now she wondered if it hadn't been him.

Her eyes grew wide at the thought and she raised her head from where her chin had fallen to her chest in thought. "Cyrus," she started and then stopped, taking a steadying breath. "What if I told you...that you won't hurt me if I touch you?" She stopped again, shaking her head at her inability to put it to words exactly what she wanted to say. "I mean, that you can't. At least, I don't think so. I've never tried it before but I think...well, I'm almost certain I can--" she broke off with a huff, her breath producing a cloud of steam. "I'm explaining this all wrong, I know I am. Just -- I can produce heat. A lot of it, actually, and..." Maia loosened her fists and studied her palms for a moment before making a decision. Wetting her lips, she looked at Cyrus' face. So pale with cold it made her want to cry but also that much more determined, even if it meant revealing her secret in a way she hadn't wanted to. There were precious few who knew it already but they were like her in their own way and, as much as she had wished to tell him one day, she had never envisioned it being during such a dire setting.

Hesitating only a moment, Maia inhaled the frigid air into her lungs and held it for the briefest of seconds before letting it go. As she did, she loosened the tight control on her emotions. For a moment she worried it hadn't worked, that she had been holding them back for so long that she was no longer capable of releasing them. Before now, she had never had a reason to need the vehement warmth of her nature. There was a sort of vulnerability in the action, more so than she had ever felt before, and tears sprang to her eyes as faint light beneath her skin began to grow stronger with every passing second. As one slipped over her lashes and down her cold cheek, leaving a hot wet path in its wake, she cleared her throat. "Will-Will you trust me? For just a moment? If you still don't want me to touch you...after...then I won't."



cyrus mercutio helios / soooo close ;o;

BY MITZI

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cyrus mercutio helios
 Posted on: Aug 19 2017, 05:08 PM
spirit of mercury
❝ I saw it. I saw the sun. ❞
animated original
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sam



i saw sunlight

it burned your name
Truthfully he wasn't entirely sure that he could get up even if he wanted to. The words might have left his lips, and he might have been determined to get to his feet...but determination and action were separate beasts. With all the warmth gone from his limbs the cold didn't hesitate in resettling. He was as stiff and frozen as the first moment she'd found him, before her hands had touched him and he'd started to absorb the warmth radiating from her skin. He missed it so desperately now that it was gone, the struggle not to latch onto her was real. His survival instinct battling with the need to protect her from any damage he might cause was like a war raging inside of him. Cyrus had always been a little selfish, he knew that. He'd only ever cared about one thing in his life, and when the option of dying or shoving someone else from their body was presented to him...he chose survival above all else. Ignoring the pleas of the boy he'd jumped into. That selfishness begged him to grab onto her hands and not let go.

His eyes closed and he wondered if she'd leave if he told her to. Maybe he was just meant to freeze here. He'd escaped death once already, and the memory of it still haunted him. Had only managed to find his mother out of a whole solar system of siblings, whom he might never see again. Not just that but even if the darkness was to miraculously vanish this instant there would be no returning home for him. His body- his true body, was gone. Nothing more than space rubble floating in blackness.

Her voice felt so far away, and growing ever distant. He was used to his ears compensating for the lack of sight. While he didn't have super hearing or anything so spectacular as that, it was still terrifying in its own way to feel the world slowly growing increasingly muffled. Nothing but the raging snow storm that surrounded them and the slowing pulse that pounded in his chest. His head tilted to try and hear her better, a small movement that took more out of him then it should have. His body sinking forward once more under the weight of the building snow and cold that was encasing his bones. Even though he could hear her and just barely make out her words they weren't really registering. She'd be okay? His brows furrowed at that, uncertainty making his head shake almost imperceptibly. Maybe he hadn't explained enough...maybe she didn't understand...

Except he'd always felt warm around her.

He remembered those moments when they'd met on the street. How easy it was to be around her, how he rarely noticed the uncomfortable fluctuations of his own inner temperature. Something that changed with each shift of breeze that passed over his skin, or change in environment. She'd always felt warm and while he'd been scared to hold her hand for too long, he had held it. Which was more than he could say for anyone else he knew.

He wanted to struggle and say no so desperately, but he didn't want to die. Not here in the cold, not now after everything. Especially not in front of her. He was wavering- and then he felt it. Warmth. Enough that he couldn't help but be drawn forward towards it.

He didn't know what to do.

If he'd had eyes to see with he'd have tried to study her face; to find some sort of answer in her expression. Perhaps he might have even seen the glow that started from her skin. Anything that would have helped make the next words out of his mouth easier to bare. Even if they weighed heavy on his tongue with the threat all the damage he could do, all the damage he'd done to others in the past. "O-o-okay- I-I tru-trust you." His lips pressed together to try and stop his teeth from chattering, but it was no use. Even with his jaw locked he could feel them clicking together.

"I-If yo-you start to feel-" Speaking was too hard, so his lips pulled down into a frown. Half his face hidden by the cloth wrapped around his eyes, he could only shake his head and hope that she understood. If she felt cold, or if he pulled too much...she needed to stop.

maia leto hadyn | i'm gonna die


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maia leto hadyn
 Posted on: Aug 27 2017, 08:42 PM
star spirit
❝ she would not show that she was afraid. ❞
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allie



breathe in, breath out
don't shiver, don't give up

Maia didn't initially realize she was holding her breath as she waited for her answer. The constriction of her lungs might as well have been from the anxiety that rippled through her body, uncertain as to whether he would let her help him...and what she would do if he refused. Could she go against his wishes? He was so pale, the cold rendering him nearly as white as the snow that fell around them in thick sheets. The former star didn't think she had the strength to either defy him or resist the urge she felt to wrap her arms around his shoulders and lend him her warmth. At least until she was certain he wouldn't die right in front of her. To be frank, she wasn't sure he wouldn't even with her heat. It was fear that caused the trembling in her hands rather than the cold -- that she couldn't feel. Not in the same sense but, rather, that the temperature of the atmosphere around her was much lower than it had been in San Francisco. Now that she had loosed the reins on her temperature, it was practically roiling off her and she hardly even noticed the ice and snow save how it seemed to catch onto every available space on the young man before her eyes.

If she hadn't come upon him when she had, Maia rather thought the snow would have covered him completely, swallowing him in a drift like an icy tomb and no one the wiser. The idea sent a shiver of consternation up her spine as she looked at him, silver-blue eyes full of worry. The panic, at least, had subsided for now. In her lap, her hands remained closed in tight fists, waiting. The breath she had been holding seemed to loose itself in one long whoosh when he finally answered. The statement wasn't complete, but she understood. Even though he couldn't see it, her head bobbed in agreement. A lie, she was certain now, for if it helped him even just long enough to get him to the portal, Maia rather thought her fear for him would strengthen her enough to ignore any protest from him. It hadn't yet occurred to the woman to wonder how Cyrus had come to be on this side of the bridge between the worlds or the whys of it. That would come later, complete with the ramifications of such a revelation and what they would mean. His confession had been enough for her to know that he, like herself, was not like other people. Something she'd already known and accepted somewhere in the back of her mind, less a surprise and more a confirmation.

Since the rainy afternoon that they had met, she had been more comfortable with him than anyone else. She had assumed that it was simply that he had seemed so kind, so accepting of her fumbling and blather. Something about him had made her want to talk to him, to learn about him in more than just the passing curiosity she felt towards most humans. Perhaps that was what had made it so easy to share her own secret. Now that she had, she couldn't even bring herself to worry over how he would react, what he would say, when the danger had passed. First, however, was actually getting past the danger. Maia hesitated only a moment after his agreement, considering what she would do, how she would show him that she could warm him, that he could take and take as much from her as he needed. Her thoughts were even less for herself and her own wellbeing than they usually were. Though she wanted nothing more than to help him as quickly as possible, she attempted to reach out several times and withdrew. Her breathing was heavy, almost frantic as she found herself caught in indecision. Would too much heat hurt him? What was her temperature like currently, for she had no accurate gauge? What would she feel like -- a hot pan or scalding water? Neither seemed to be particularly pleasant.

Maia's heat spiked, her skin illuminating in the gloom like flood light, as the panic briefly returned again. Get a hold of yourself, she commanded sternly, forcing herself to take a deep breath. The light emanating from her dimmed as she tightened the mental grip she had around her emotions -- just a little, just enough that she was almost certain she could not hurt him with her touch. Even though he had said something about taking it all, it was a natural instinct to fear it. Still, it took nearly all of her courage to reach out. Hands shaking, her fingertips grazed the material covering his eyes as she gingerly took his face between her palms. A little braver now, Maia watched him closely as she leaned forward across the space between them and pressed her forehead against his. Swallowing against the lump that had formed in her throat, she let her eyelids slide closed as she slowly, very slowly, let more of her heat free. "Can you feel it?" She asked, her voice barely a whisper. Her thumbs stroked lightly across his cheeks but she made no motion to move away. "Tell me if I should stop," she added, though she wasn't sure she meant it.



cyrus mercutio helios / hnnnnnng

BY MITZI

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cyrus mercutio helios
 Posted on: Sep 4 2017, 09:15 PM
spirit of mercury
❝ I saw it. I saw the sun. ❞
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sam



i saw sunlight

it burned your name
He was getting to that point where he was too cold to think properly. Almost like the ice wasn't just forming on his skin, but in his head too. Seeping into the cracks and making each thought form painfully slow. Not that that did anything to hinder the mental images that were trying so hard to enforce the fact that this was a horrible idea. His eyesight might have been missing but that didn't stop him from attempting to imagine all the ways this could go horribly, horribly wrong. It should have been a relief that he was too cold to worry, but he was managing somehow anyway. It was Maia, and while he wasn't cruel enough to think that he'd be less hesitant with anyone else, the fact that it was her did change things. He wasn't just scared at the prospect of hurting some stranger. He was terrified at the very idea that he could hurt her, not just that- but in this environment he was almost certain he could kill them both. This wasn't a power he could control, there was no off switch or way of funneling just how much heat he got and when. If he drained everything she had, it would leave her open to the freezing winds, and he'd have no way of giving any of it back. Might not even be able to keep it long enough to get them back to the portal or somewhere safe.

In fact the more he thought about it the more he struggled with his decision. He just didn't have the energy to do anything about it. All he could do was sit there, listening to the cold wind howling around them. Wishing he had the strength to make it stop- if only so that he could focus on her voice a little bit more. Give them a bit of piece in all this raging ice and freezing cold.

He could barely even brace himself. He could feel something like warmth every time she reached for him. A brush of promise that was gone so quickly he almost wondered if he'd imagined it. Not nearly enough to offer him any comfort or make any of this go away.

The touch to either side of his face was gentle, uncertain. There was hesitation there- but the warmth, the warmth was. It made him gasp softly; a weak exhale of his last icy breath in. Face already growing warmer by the time her forehead pressed against his. He almost wishes he could describe this feeling. The way heat pulls in to him. It's not fire, it doesn't rage through his blood, simply settles. Spreads slowly, until it fills the void left behind by whatever cruel fate gave him this curse. He doesn't remember the last time his lack of atmosphere bothered him. He'd had one once, but his closeness to mother had burned it away, but he'd been too consumed with his proximity to care. It didn't matter that he couldn't hold life or temperature, all that mattered was that the solar rays were close enough to rake across his surface. He almost wished he could remember what that heat felt like so he'd have some sort of comparison.

There was an audible sigh of relief torn from his lips by the wind. It wasn't just warmth- it was heat. Like a fire was pressed against his face instead of a person, and his body reeled it in hungrily. As soon as he could feel his fingers again, his hands moved. Slow, like he hadn't moved in ages- which is honestly what it felt like. His own palms pressing lightly against the back of her hands, holding them lightly against his face.

"I can-.It almost feels like...like home." His head shakes just enough to be noticed, but not enough to pull away or make her move. "I won't burn. Trust me." He can imagine being a planet again, being so close to a star. For once his voice wasn't shaking anymore, and if he could have opened his eyes to look at her, he would have. In fact he wished more than anything that he could. "Don't let me take too much, please." Heat didn't hurt him, at least he didn't think so. He'd sat in fires before, settling among the flames while they crackled around him. Blood was moving again, color rising in his skin. Strength returning enough for him to grab a hold of the wind and push it away. He might not be able to drive away a snow storm, but he could shield them both. Make a force field of sorts, a silent and still space where the winds couldn't touch them.

maia leto hadyn | /lays down


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