when a heart breaks it don't break even//open

[Asher Quinton Strayhorn]

Asher Strayhorn


They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
'Coz she's moved on while I'm still grieving
And when a heart breaks
No it don't break even, even no.

It was hot, extrememly hot. So incredibly hot, that Asher thought that when his sweat exited his pores, it would immediately evaporate. He knew it wasn't true though, because it ran into his eyes, the salty water stinging. "Ah, damn that hurts." He rubbed his eyes, eventually, he let a little water rinse them out. Blinking, his vision cleared. Ah, the benefits of being an elemental.

Asher had been running, running to drive out thoughts of his sister, his mother, his father, his infant brother. The fire; only Finndabhair and him escaping. Leaving his baby brother, Finnick, who would never see the other side of one year. Ash was caught in a flashback, seeing and feeling the smoke and flames, the searing, but not burning. Never burning him. Or Finn. Being pulled out of the flaming fire by his sister, hearing the dying screams of his mother, father and brother. Hearing a noise behind him, he snapped, "Who's there?"

[/color] Asher had control of his senses, except for his sight. At least right now. The world was black, but he felt the calming presence of his two fire-birds on his shoulder. Ash turned around, unseeing, but looking straight where the intruder was. Though his world was currently black, he knew exactly where everything was, it was part of his affinity with earth. It was the same in water, air and fire. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/left]

[Finndabhair Elphame Strayhorn]

Finn had been sitting on the earth under a nearly ancient oak, fiddling with a very long staff she had carved out of a dead log she had found while walking the the woods. The staff still smelt of the kindling ashes and fire she had manipulated in order to form it so fine. The girl had been wondering if she would be able to use the hollowed out staff, as a sort of weapon-- being able to channel the wind she could manipulate inside at different and powerful angles. Seeing her older brother, however, had made her pause in her 'work'. After a minute of debate, she had decided to come up to him.

"You are so paranoid, brother," Finn laughed, eyes gleaming in the darkness of the evening. Stepping out from the shadows of the oak she had been leaning against, she sauntered over to her brothers side, sighing. "You should know by now who I am," she teased. "After-all, we've lived together for, how long now? Since I was born, so that would be 15 years?"

[Asher Quinton Strayhorn]

Asher Strayhorn


They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
'Coz she's moved on while I'm still grieving
And when a heart breaks
No it don't break even, even no.

Ash relaxed as his sister’s voice penetrated the air. Of course, he thought, who else would sneak up on me? As she approached him, he tensed again, on guard. Ash knew what his sister was capable of, yet he refused to see the truth. That Finndabhair was a rogue. That she was – is – evil. It wasn’t plausible in his mind, after all, Finn was only fifteen years old, and still naïve to the world. His fire birds landed on his shoulders, somewhat protectively.

They didn’t like it that Finn was so close, he could feel their unease. Looking at the staff she’d been carving, he spoke. ”I take it you’ve been…working, Sister?” Ash laughed quietly for a second, the light in the family. Good. Benevolent. Whatever you wanted to call him, except evil. Ash may have appeared dark, and gloomy, and the dangerous one, but he wasn’t. Well, he was dangerous, but not the other two. Usually.

Sorry it's so short.

[Finndabhair Elphame Strayhorn]

"Working?" Finn laughed breezily, tossing the club from hand to hand. "You could call it that. I was wondering if I could make somesort of staff to help me manipulate the air more easily. You know," She made a random hand guesture to help me case, "...in all those books and stuff, people who control some sort of element have something to help them."

She shrugged, tossing her black hair over her shoulder as she thought some. "But enough about me, what are you doing out here?" Her voice was light, but slightly accusational. "Running again?" Finn sighed, mockingly. Asher could always outpace her-- no matter how hard she tried. But the girl was working on it. "You know-- one of these days I'm going to figure out how to fly-- and kick your sorry butt in a race."

Despite being able to manipulate air, flying was something that was nearly impossible to do for long periods of time-- or at all-- due to the sheer strength of the wind that had to be summoned. Sure-- she could leap into the air, using the air to give her and extra boost, but not to fly. But if she was given the power to manipulate air, Finn would stretch it to it's limits... eventually.