forum A Sort-of Lion, A few Witches, A Not-Quite Closet(malfunction). Stalkers wanted.

Started April 04, 2018 by @Ca1iCa1--Is--Tired

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(yup lol) Sam tried to get up, using the sink for support. His hands were still spilling the molten metal, but it seemed to be only hot enough to cause small sparks and a few tiny flames to shoot from the places where it landed

Lata looked at the world crumbling down around her. Everything is wrong. Orion is passed out, Samandriel is freaking out, and Lucy needed to get going somewhere. Her vision started to become blurry. It had been forever since she had cried. The last time was… when her parents died.
Why does everyone seem to get hurt around me?!
Rubbing the tears away angrily, she ran out of the house, hoping to calm herself down somewhere. Either that or wait until she literally ran out of tears.
She ran past the willow, as well as the river. Lata ran as far away as she could until she knew she was a good distance away from Orion's cottage.
She sat there questioning the meaning of safety. Was there such a thing?
(I'll be gone almost all day tomorrow so just gonna put this here…)

(aww, ok) Sam wheezed and stumbled over his own feet, falling backwards against the wall. He started coughing again, reddish-blue metal dripping from his lips. His insides felt cold and hot at the same time, and it didn't feel right. He wasn't supposed to be any kind of cold, he was supposed to be burning, he should have melted through half the floorboards by now

(I’m going to skip over describing the basement because it’s obvious what was down there.)

Lucy came back to the cabin a while later. She had thrown another illusion over her face, doing her best to make it strong enough to hide the redness around her eyes. After discovering the corpses, she had gone back up into her bedroom where she showered and burned various herbs to keep her scent of the bodies away. She slipped inside, seeing that everyone seemed to either be gone or in other rooms. She exhaled, brushing a few damp strands of hair from her eyes as she explored the halls, doing anything she could to keep her mind occupied.

Waking slowly, Orion smiles and thanks the sprites around him for giving him strength Cautiously he stands, and his ears swivel towards one of the bathrooms. Not bothering knocking, he walks in to see the upset and confused Samandriel. Orion sits down next to him with his back to the door after closing it, waiting for Samandriel to notice him.

It took Sam a moment to realize someone was in the bathroom with him. He looked up, breathing heavily out of panic. "What…What's wrong with me?"

Ears flicking, Orion cocks his head to the side, confused. "Nothing is wrong with you. Nothing at all." His voice is soothing, and warm.

"I'm not supposed…Not supposed to be cold," he says, looking down at his hands. They've stopped melting, but they're still glowing white hot

Orion looks at him curiously. "You aren't cold. Not at all. I actually expected there to be metal puddles everywhere."

"Look at me!" he yells, gesturing to himself. "I-I'm purple! I'm cold!" The blue that had leaked into the red coloration on his body had turned a molten violet, and splotches of silver had appeared on his armor

For a moment, Orion had stared at him. Suddenly, with a spattering rune blazing blue on Orion's chest, a ball of fire forms in the air between them. Fire itself, is not odd, but the fact that the flames are blue definitely is. "Touch it." ((The fire is cold to the touch))

Sam reached up to touch it. It was cold, almost cold enough to burn. He jerked his hand back, eyes wide as he looked down at his hand. His hand should have been covered in cracks, but nothing had happened. "I…What?"

"You are actually not cold in the slightest. At the moment you are incredibaly hot. One who plays with fire ought to know that blue fire is the hottest type. You are not cold, your nerve endings just don't know how to handle that much heat. Over time I imagine that you will learn to use it to your advantage." Orion smiles, playing with the ball of fire, the barest of burns covering his hands.

"That…That can't be right! My internal temperature is over that of the nearest sun, I would know if I was cold! You did something to me!" Sam could feel panic setting in, he knew he was probably on the verge of a panic attack but didn't know how to stop himself

"Now I would equate your body temperature to close to a supernova. You. Are. Not. Cold. Or. Dying. Why is this a difficult topic to grasp?" Orion doesn't seem to want to do this, he looks tired.

"Then explain this!" He used the sink to pull himself up. His chest hurt as he moved, but he ignored it to put a hand out. Molten metal dripped from his palm onto the floor, but it did nothing but spark and hiss a little before cooling. "It's not. Supposed. To do that," he wheezed out