Greatwater Lake Supersymmetry

The fire moved across the ice with the confidence of a budding inferno. Pride welled within the man as he watched her; tempted to emerge and go to her. To offer himself to her will, despite his misgivings.

She faltered, and Njal could barely contain his lunge from the shadows. He lurched in to her view for a split second — a flash of silver against the dark earth, turned a moody storm grey in the darkness. He pulled back, contrite.

How could he go to her now? No, the better question — what kept him away? They did not fight. Nothing happened. Njal was not repulsed by her in any way. He thought of the first moment he had seen her; the two of them, fresh within the ranks of Kindred and aligned against one another. Their spars had not lasted long, and yet it had ignited something. A spark — which now flourished deep within his chest, hotter than the sun.

Nothing had happened. He had left for no good reason, abandoning her the way he abandoned everything else. It was pathetic - he was pathetic. Stronger alone, he used to think. Conditioning himself through the wrong decisions.

Fate brought them together over and over, but never for long. Njal took a deep breath of the winter air - tasting the spice of Proudheart, so close, despairingly hoping that she had found someone to replace him. Someone to make her happy, as he could not. She turned, and the look upon the redhead's face told him everything the wind could not.

The girl — for he had not made her a woman, yet — had her eyes upon him. Striking through him.

He was turned to stone with her medusa stare; unable to follow his desires on to the ice, where his fire waited.