Two Rivers Isle he [m]et a girl who wore versace

white noise. static.

she moveded around him and he did not move away, he did not do anything but speak. wait, was he speaking? she finally stopped her little dance shoulder to shoulder, she placed her head over the back of his neck and simply breathed. for a moment her eyes closed, the fog and static eating at her brain as she tried to hear what it was he was saying. her name, and what else? something about going, going where?

hot. hot. hot.

why was it so bad this year, this burning that wanted her to keep wiggling against him. not once did he pull away, instead he spoke with shaking words and soft chuckling. he wasn't teling her no, he wasn't running away from her. "go where?" she could not remember that part of his words, he had said the keep but she was not registering that. she wanted the fire to go away, she wanted to stop burning alive. he was the water, the ice.