my feelings tense /ash/

[Kinkade Cymir Malixi]

KINKADE
_{personal pronouns
are the death of me
see, i just said me.
you're an endless sea
of vanities.}

And there it was. The sun was just appearing over the horizon and the room was cast in its very first rays of light, giving off a subtle yellow color. Beautiful, like magic, especially the way the light danced off the water in the distance as it slowly made it's way up the sky to it's rightful place above. Somehow talking seemed like a bad idea, lest he disrupt the moment. Silent, thoughtful Kinkade... The entire room was masked with that thoughtfulness because, in that moment, he was projecting his emotion freely. Peace. Love. Tranquility.

Of course it should probably be mentioned to the onlooker that Kinkade was wearing his Rockband flannel pajama pants and a black t-shirt now. No socks, no shoes. And his hair was strangely not styled in it's usual spikes. It lay atop his head, obviously combed since it wasn't standing up comically in random places, but strikingly different than normal.

Kinkade reached up with his left hand, pressing it against the glass, almost as though he were trying to get closer to the sun. It looked so close and so large. The glass kept him from getting close, obviously. For an instant, though, he could imagine.

[Asher Quinton Strayhorn]

Asher Strayhorn

I felt I was spinning my wheels
Before too long the road was calling
I packed everything I own
So sure that I was leaving this small town life behind for good
And not a single tear was falling
It took leaving for me to understand
Sometimes your dreams just aren't what life has planned

Ash was wearing a light turquoise sweater, with a black scarf around his neck, an outfit that wouldn't have been out of place in northern Ireland. As he walked into the Solarium, he immediately realized that here in South Carolina, that would be a different story. God, it's bright in here, Ash thought, he squinted, even with his black eyes, the brightness of the sunlight was still painful.

Blinking, he realized another person was in the room. the figure belonged to a buy, who looked to be about his own age. "Hello there. You are?"

[/color] Ash questioned in his thick North Irish accent. The figure was short, over a foot under Ash's towering form. He raised an eyebrow at the boy's choice of clothes, pajama pants and what appeared to be a plain black tee.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/left]

[Kinkade Cymir Malixi]

KINKADE
_{personal pronouns
are the death of me
see, i just said me.
you're an endless sea
of vanities.}

Kinkade didn't notice the boy until he was already in the room and speaking. Odd; normally he caught onto people's emotions quickly. But it didn't matter. Like a receeding wave, the emotion he contributed to the room shrunk away toward him. Instead of crashing out in a second wave, it stayed a part of him as he turned on his heel to face the Irish boy. Irish from the accent, that was. Interesting.

"Kinkade."Kinkade answered, his tone as soft as the expression gracing his features. Blame it on the early hour; Kinkade was still sleepy, and not entirely convinced that this wasn't a dream-boy. It was hard to know when he was awake and when he was dreaming as of late. And he would likely imagine a brightly colored kid in his dreams. Anyway, his days just sort of blurred into one muddled mess. An endless procession of things he needed to do to progress and then the inevitable sleep. Like standing here, answering the boy who was seeming more and more dream-like by the moment, that was one of those 'have to' things to keep things running in whatever type of story this happened to be.

"Who are you? And... is their a reason your clothes are so bright today? Are you here to cheer me up?"Kinkade questioned, tilting his head slightly to the left in a quizzical gesture. of course. It was all about him, even now. But why shouldn't it be? This was his world. Everyone else was just living in it.

[Asher Quinton Strayhorn]

Asher Strayhorn

I felt I was spinning my wheels
Before too long the road was calling
I packed everything I own
So sure that I was leaving this small town life behind for good
And not a single tear was falling
It took leaving for me to understand
Sometimes your dreams just aren't what life has planned

"Is there something wrong with my colors being so bright?" Ash asked icily. He didn't like it when people criticized him, it usually set off his temper, which was never a good thing. Elementals were very volatile, fiery, and short-tempered, Ash was no exception. All this boy-Kinkade-wanted to know was about himself. "Are you here to cheer me up?" the boy had asked. If there was one thing Ash didn't like, it was arrogance.

When the boy asked his name, Ash replied without emotion, "Asher-but you'd do best to call me Ash." He didn't bother giving his last name, as distrustful as he was, Ash never let anyone into his personal life. Except Tenskawtawa. Ash always let Tens in, no matter the situation. Outside, along the windows, two fire-birds floated. They were made of cold fire, and were costantly following Ash around. It was rather annoying, even if the birds were beautiful. They looked like a cross between fawkes the Phoenix, and a swallow. It may sound odd, but a fire-bird is quite breath taking.

[Kinkade Cymir Malixi]

KINKADE
_{personal pronouns
are the death of me
see, i just said me.
you're an endless sea
of vanities.}

"No, I just imagined that there would be a reason for my dream-boy to be dressed so brightly. I don't mind. It's cheerful. You're not a very cheerful dream-boy. Were you trying to be? You should try again, if you were. I don't mind; we have all night."Kinkade shrugged passively, not seeming to realize that it bothered Asher. Yeah, his tone was cold, but that didn't mean much in a dream. It was like one of those things you hardly noticed, and even if you did notice, it didn't hint toward anything 'cause everything always changed. Always. As for the term 'dream-boy', it had nothing to do with Ash. It was just his way of saying he was a boy from his dream.

"Oh. Two names. I have a friend with two names. Are you going to tell me something about her?

[/color]"Kinkade prompted, determined to figure out what this dream boy was doing in this window-filled room. Kinkade's eyes strayed from Ash, catching a glimpse of the birds outside. Flame birds? Stunning! Kinkade, ignoring Ash completely and walked straight to the nearest window to the birds, pressing his hands firmly against the glass.

"That... That's amazing. Dream-boy, what is that?"Kinkade questioned curiously, expecting that his dream-creation would have to explain other dream-creations. [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Asher Quinton Strayhorn]

Asher Strayhorn

I felt I was spinning my wheels
Before too long the road was calling
I packed everything I own
So sure that I was leaving this small town life behind for good
And not a single tear was falling
It took leaving for me to understand
Sometimes your dreams just aren't what life has planned

What the hell? Dream-boy?! Ash nearly choked when Kinkade suggested that he was his dream-boy. For once in his life, Ash did not know what to say. After a few moments of shock, he managed to get out, "Dream-boy? What the hell are you talking about? This is real-life, not a dream, dimwit."

[/color] Was this boy on drugs or something? "And why would I be here to cheer you up?"[/color]

God, this boy was odd. Now he was talking about some girl with two names. "Who's your friend?"[/color] Asked Ash, cautiously. This boy-Kinkade-seemed rather...delicate. When the boy became entranced with the fire birds, Ash sighed. He distrusted all unstable people, and Kinkade definitely qualified as unstable, in Ash's mind. "Don't call me dream-boy. I have a name."[/color] Ash commented coldly. This boy was really starting to get on his neves, with his talk of dreams and random thought patterns. "They're fire birds, formed of cold-fire. They follow me around constantly, no matter how much I try and manipulate the fire, they don't go away. I'm an elemental, by the way. We're more powerful than normal gifted students. Faster, more intelligent, and stronger as well."[/color] Asher was stunned when he realized what he'd said. He'd just given away his darkest secret, his identity. Hopefully this boy just brushed it off as a dream.



[[I'd like to see Kins tell Lily ALL about thise 'dream' she'd be like, "What? Ash is a students here. Elementals are real, and quite dangerous." and then Kins would be all O.O]][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/left]

[Kinkade Cymir Malixi]

KINKADE
_{personal pronouns
are the death of me
see, i just said me.
you're an endless sea
of vanities.}

(Haha, that would be a fun topic XD "Lily! I had the BEST dream!")

"If you say so."Kinkade nodded his understanding to what he was being told. Yes. Not a dream. Of course dream-beings would say that. But insulting him was a little low for a dream creature, especially since Kin wouldn't insult himself. It wasn't quite definitive enough to make him decide that this wasn't a dream. "Why would you be here to cheer me up? Why..." Why. The question truly perplexed the youth, giving him a moment of clarity beyond the haze. But it clouded fairly quickly, so his mind threw something together instead. "You'd be here to cheer me up because I'm supposed to be happy. I have to figure out how to be happy again."

"Oh. I have lots of friends. Actually, two of my friends have two names. There's Lillian, but she goes by Lily. And there's my friend, Robin, too. I guess one's just a nickname like yours... So you're here to tell me about Lily?

[/color]"Kinkade seemed delighted by that prospect. Talking about his best friend in a odd dream? Perfect! Lily, even just in conversation, would make this... bearable.

Had Kinkade not found the birds so fascinating, he would have interupted his dream-boy long before he got to the end. But as it was, he took in what the boy had to say while staring intently at the strange birds. What an odd thing for him to dream up!

"So, have you touched them?"Kinkade questioned, seeming to disregard what was just said. Then, suddenly getting an idea for how he could see whether dream-boy-who-didn't-want-to-be-dream-boy had touched the birds, he turned from them and walked to Asher. Without warning, he grabbed at Asher's hand, hoping to examine it for burns. If he touched the birds, there would be burns, right?[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Asher Quinton Strayhorn]

Asher Strayhorn

I felt I was spinning my wheels
Before too long the road was calling
I packed everything I own
So sure that I was leaving this small town life behind for good
And not a single tear was falling
It took leaving for me to understand
Sometimes your dreams just aren't what life has planned

"Uh..are you depressed?" Ash honestly didn't know what else to say. In his mind, this boy needed help, serious help. Seeing as no one was around, Ash had two options, run, or stay and attempt to help this boy. Now, Ash desperately wanted to run from Kinkade, but something in the back of his mind knew that the right thing would be to stay. Sighing, Ash stayed. Might as well stay, haven't anything better to do.

"How about you tell me what you think of Lily?"

[/b] For once, a hint of warmth entered Ash's tone when he was talking to a stranger. Perhaps Ash would find this Lily, and talk to her. She sounded interesting, at least he gathered that she was from the boy's enthusiasm to talk about her. "Er, yes, I have held them, they can be quite friendly at times."[/color] When the boy grabbed his hands, though, all warmth he'd felt for this oddity vanished. "Hey! Don't touch me!"[/color] He excalimed, yanking his hands back. Cold fire flickered to life along his arms, the occassional flame visible.

Walking over to the window, he pressed on palm against the glass, and beckoned the fire-birds through. They heeded his call, flying up against him, like two cats welcoming home their beloved master. Sitting down on one of the couches, he motioned for the boy to come over. "If you sit down, the fire-birds will let you hold them." The birds chirped their response, perched upon Ash's shoulders. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/left]

[Kinkade Cymir Malixi]

KINKADE
_{personal pronouns
are the death of me
see, i just said me.
you're an endless sea
of vanities.}

"Depressed?"Kinkade echoed. That was an odd thought. Could empaths be depressed? In his personal opinion, it was improbable. Absently, he placed a hand against his chest, tilting his chin. toward it. He stayed like that for several seconds, thinking it over, before looking up with the same sort of blank stare. He didn't answer the question right away, but mulled it over in his head.

"Lily. She's beautiful. But when you meet Lily... I don't know, she's always just kind of made things okay. I used to be mad at my dad for bringing me here. But, where was I going to go? The island's only so big, and I was only six... Then, I met Lily. Suddenly the world was brighter. She's like sunshine when things are bad. And I trust her completely. You know, it's hard to find people you can fully put your trust into. She's always here for me, though. I used to leave her at the summer's end to return to Scotland... It wasn't fair. She was there when I needed her, but I, I left.

[/color]"Kinkade was now staring at the floor, his expression troubled as his mind centered on Lily and their relationship. Rather than be mad at himself, or at Lily, Kinkade looked up,

"If you're not a dream, why do you care what I think about Lily?[/color]"he questioned curiously. Okay. That question wasn't fair. Ash hadn't asked him to go on like that. But now that he had, he wasn't amused. This 'negative' mood, if you could call it that in his current state, was long gone when he was told not to touch the boy. Okay, okay. Kinkade moved his hands behind his back, clasping them together in a sort of peace-offering-gesture. Fine.

When the boy got the birds through the window, Kinkade was again thrilled. And when he suggested that Kin sit down, Kin wasted no time taking up the spot at the boy's side, ready to do whatever the kid wanted if it meant touching the remarkable birds.

"Before.. You asked. Depressed? I'm not. But, I... er, a friend and I..." This wasn't hard, Kinkade. Spit it out. "We jumped off the roof. The pain meds- or sleeping meds- or which ever, they make everything a little hazy." Of all the things to do next, the boy sort of grinned. Way to bring him around. It must have been the prospect of the birds and the sort of warm, trusting feeling Kinkade got from that privilege that brought the emotions back, at least for a moment. It was nice to have a clear moment. And, if Asher was going to let him touch the birds, he shouldn't ignore the earlier question. That was just rude.

"Are you sure you're not part of my dream, though? Because if you're not, this is a very twisted reality."Kinkade added, suddenly solemn in tone. "I mean, flaming birds, flaming boy- er, Ash, sorry. You have to admit; this is a little weird."[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Asher Quinton Strayhorn]

Asher Strayhorn

I felt I was spinning my wheels
Before too long the road was calling
I packed everything I own
So sure that I was leaving this small town life behind for good
And not a single tear was falling
It took leaving for me to understand
Sometimes your dreams just aren't what life has planned

Asher didn't really know what to say to Kinkade, when he asked why Asher cared about what the thought of Lily. After thinking for a few minutes, he replied, "I dunno really, you just seemed like you wanted to talk about her, that's all, I guess."

[/color] He shrugged, not knowing what else to say to him.

The fire-birds floated around Asher, content to just exist. Reaching up toawrds the birds, Ash opened up his palm, willing one to land. When one did perch in his palm, he brought it down to Kinkade. "Now, open up your hands, palms up."[/color] He waited for the boy to do so, and when he did, Asher gently placed the bird into place. The bird tilted its head, looking quizzically at Ash, "Stay,"[/color] Ash ordered quietly to the bird. It spread its wings, which covered up both of Kinkade's hands, the wingspan was so long.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/left]

[Kinkade Cymir Malixi]

KINKADE
_{personal pronouns
are the death of me
see, i just said me.
you're an endless sea
of vanities.}

Kinkade obeyed the order. Hands out, palms up. Check. Much to his delight, Ash actually did get the birds in his hand. Remarkable! if his hands wouldn't have been holding them, he probably would have stroked it. As it was, he leaned toward it, examining it's flame.

"It's alive, then? You're not making it move?

[/color]"Kinkade prompted. It obviously wasn't alive in the traditional scientific sense, but Kinkade knew what he meant and figured Ash would, too. If it was a sort of separate entity from Ash, this kid had serious power. Most pyros he'd met had hot flames and could only use their power sparingly (of course, he wasn't exactly hanging out with the most powerful or the most intelligent kids of his year). In that moment, he remembered back to what the kid had said to begin with- see, he was paying attention.

"Elemental. Why haven't I met any other elementals? I would have remembered."Kinkade questioned. Dumb question. It wasn't like he'd met everyone in the school, and besides, this kid in front of him wasn't exactly on the same wave length. They weren't likely to pal around or even say hi in passing, judging by the differences in their personality. So maybe the elemental students were just avoiding him- it was plausible in his own mind.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]