Passion of the Elementals (closed)

[Elvenoff1]

“Yes, I do grow tired I don’t think I have rested since I entered into my host.” he moved slightly toward the door that she gestured to when spoke of the tub. “So how do you replenish being here?” he asked Azara somewhat concerned about her. Was this host effecting his feelings toward his archenemy? He slightly shook his head and held up his hand, shaking his head slightly, “Nevermind, It’s not my concern.” He lied.

Walking into the room he turned slightly around, half of him wanted her to follow the other half wished she would ….No he was lying to himself thinking that away. He wasn’t sure how he felt about her right now, she seemed different, maybe it was the host effecting her as well.

Turning back around he turned on the water and sat down upon the small throne next to the bathtub. Placing his hands into the palm of his hands as he waited for it to fill up.

 

[Asa]

She watched him walk into the other room and moved to her bed and laid down turning to the candles near her and lighting one then drawing the flames warmth to her and using that to renew herself and slowly light the other candles with her own ability her host still did not seem to see that this was happening without the use of matches or lighter that still rested in her hand.

Turning her head back towards the door she wondered if he was alright. Her own eyes heavy as she was still weakened trying to merge. Sleep was light but tormented with images of home and the attacks there by the chaos that seemed to be tossed about by human free will as its own chaos.

 

[Elvenoff1]

He listened, wondered why his rival would be so inclined to help him. But then he heard it, heard her screaming into the night calling names he has never heard of before. Her bed squeaked, rapidly as if she was engaging something, and then came her words of challenge issued to Chaos to fight her instead of attacking the weaker. , then came her anger for the death of the innocent and weak. Her voice rang out her vow to bring the rule of chaos to order.

He shut off the tap and moved back into the room where her bed was. He watched her living her nightmare out in shakes and jerks her voice rang out in pain, anger, hatred. He moved over to her bed, her host sweating from the rage bleeding over to it.

He sat down upon the bed and grasped her shoulders, “Azara, Wake, Your dreaming, your host is not capable to withstand your anger. AZARA!” He shook her again..

 

[Asa]

Her eyes flew open with flames dancing in them her hands ignited though did not burn the host. She was screaming but it sounded distant as if a fading dream as she tried to look at him.

I protect all of you but you hate me for it... why? It is my place to protect you and the others and yet you are the only one that hates me for it Why?

 

[Elvenoff1]

His eyes hardened, narrowed when flame rose from her palm as she was still dreaming, for she began to rumble on about her subjects turning on her, her confusion of why she was the one that was hated. He grabbed her wrists, “Azara, Wake up, Your reliving the past, Wake up.” He held her hands for at this state of mind she was a danger to anyone around her.

He said nothing to her, just held her wrists watching her eyes till she woke from her nightmare. “Azara, It’s Brizen.” he whispered to her. Then realizing he was only in his briefs sitting here next to her holding her wrists is a provocative situation. He closed his eyes knowing what was going to come…

 

[Asa]

Staring at him she said it again this time adding his name.

Brizen... you hate me for protecting all of you... why... Water in our realm is healing I am combat Earth wisdom and air life... they accept me but you... you hate me... why?