Dope Fool {Chris & Lightning}

[cameo]

Crys{tal} Moth

Within the rippling tide of the ocean’s abyss, the moon dances within it’s own reflection. Silence echoes across the gentle sea, while solely the soft song of waves crashing carol from the shore in the distance. Fire cackles at even quieter tone, though it still ruptures viciously around it’s heating brews - but such a sound is far too common for the likes of her ears to actually listen to. It’s a quaint boat the occupies the need of her shelter, just large enough to satisfy her minimal requirements; a pillow to rest her head, a desk to calculate her numbers, a stove to permit her workers to fulfill her business, and storage - certainly storage. Except within an instant all of her essentials can meet it’s demise by a poor employing decision.

It takes a minute too long for her to absorb the sounds of disturbance. The flames claim the counters within the den of her boat all too swiftly. Just as quickly she’s breaching inside to handle the situation, while it’s too late for such. A furious fist bundles around the shift collar of her Employee, as rage consumes her eyes. “What the fuck did you do!?” She shouts at him, as though his overly large pupils could comprehend such.

Strength does not burden her with abundance as it does with most of her peers, yet still she pertains enough to yank the doped Fool from the floating chamber of her home. “Fucken addicts!” A final scold rips at him, before she all too easily shoves him into the depths of water around. She probably should have known better then too allow him to cook within her haven…or accept such anger to consume her now, as the blaze counties to feast upon her lodging. Instantly she’s rushing back within to collect what she may still be able to salvage.

[Arrow]

Lightning Aqua

    Silver sands sweep across spreading waves slipping in from the star sewn sea. Among the dark canvas above, shimmering spheres burn brightly beside a crescent moon cradled by the wings of fog fueled clouds. From out beyond the breaking barricades of winding water the soft song of the ocean's breeze beckons for my embrace. Quietly fabric falls from my skin crumpling into the lunar sand grains' embrace while my white complexion illuminates ethereally inside the moon's sight. Stretching silently towards the cluttered cosmos of the glittering galaxies my arms reach for a heaven to distant for their bloodstained grasp. Like leaves from an auburn tree they wilt to my side while my steps sift the silver dust beneath my toes. A walk warps into a jog, and a jog breaks into a sprint, and a sprint spirals into a dive shattering the surface of the sea showering me in careless cold far warming than the snows I stained. The water welcomes my shaken spirit, removes the shackles to the earth for a moment, reminds of a life before bones sat as a crown upon my head. 

    Beneath the brink and among the full forests of green vegetation I find a world which haunts Lucifer and Lyra's nights. Here below the world which waits forever colder to me I can recall the cries I hear at night in the village not of their baby's making, I remember the war they waged. My fingers filtering through the sodden sand find a clam and crush away its shell to see a perfect pearl, it reminds me of a time when all there was were pearls and training. Training never shows you how it truly feels to have a sword sever a head from someone's shoulders, the thought sends spindles of frost swiftly through my veins and forces me to the surface for air. I breach taking in a breath only to cough from spirals of smoke, I discover the danger of a nearby vessel tarnished in turmoil by flourishing flames. For a moment I freeze forgetting the waves and drown int the depths of the screams of the final feast before the fall. Salt slaps sense into me and against my face spurring me into action and aboard the flaming ship in nothing but my trunks and skin. I find a figure clearly more concerned for her cargo than the flames, I take to her side.

    "Not to alarm you or anything, but I believe you might have a small fire." My sass and sarcasm clearly never cease to arrive before my true words. "What can I help you with? Maybe help move all these crates?"

[cameo]

Crys{tal} Moth

Products of profit ignite to flames right before her eyes. All that she contains value in begin to be consumed by the desperately hungry fire about. Costly merchandise, concealed in plastic, is retrieved from lazy placement on the table to be wrapped once more in further protection of plastic, before being shoved into her backpack that already holds her few priceless items. Countless of potential wealth is already being eaten by the blaze, already unattainable within the burn’s grip - yet she scans through her bag to check it’s contents before transferring to the recovery of the crates. Mother’s antique pipe remains still within it’s holder, Father’s ancient lighter is still within a small pocket. An abundance of future money is now concealed within the backpack’s safety. Now the crates can be carried to the safekeeping of the water, but another interruption disturbs her first.

The unexpected voice of another sarcastically sings within her ears, warning her of possible fire. “Really, you don’t say?” She replies back with her own mouthful of sarcasm, while wrapping her fingers around the handles of an unscratched crate. Perhaps he swam aboard searching for a buy, to realize the sudden attack of the blaze? Maybe he believes assistance will receive a gift of free product in return? Either or, both, she’ll accept the help. “Just grab those two over there.” She nudges her head towards the corner that hasn’t been licked by the flames. “The rest don’t have that much value.” It could very well be a regular costumer racing to her aid, though within this thickening smoke she couldn’t say for certain.

With the backpack over her shoulder, and a crate’s handle in each hand, she escapes from the clouding bunker. Cautiously she sets valuable containers within the sea’s grasp, and swiftly follows after them. Gracefully the crates float above the ocean’s depths, while she swims towards the shore and drags them along. Behind all that she owns kindles into further flames, while fortunately she still pertains all she requires to rebuild all that she’s leaving behind. Tentatively she watches her assistance to departing from such trauma - eyeing him closely with suspicion that he might flee with half of all she has remaining.

Heavy content drags through the sand as she finalizes to safety. “Why did you help me?” She questions rather too harshly, as if interrogating an enemy - unafraid to step close to the Stranger, and nearly get into his face. Her lips part to question accusingly what he wants in return, but it’s then that she realizes who he is. Lightning… Surely a Victor isn’t seeking a fill. Or perhaps he is in need of a release from the nightmare he had to endure. “Lightning from 45th maze. What the hell brings you to my part of the woods?” She wonders with more amusement intertwining in her pitch now. This should at least be entertaining nonetheless.

[Arrow]

Lightning Aqua

    Hungry as though the wolves which once tore through my flesh like razors, the flames force themselves over every inch of the wooden ship. Above our heads mixing with the heart of the heavens, smoke spirals high swirly sadistically with the shimmering stars. In the distance the silver shore sings a song of certain safety but too late is it for me to retract my offer of aid. Before me the girl who clearly captains the burning brigade heaves and hoists crate after crate into the shifting sea. Yet even as the stress and strength of such peril persists over her, she manages to fling comments christened with the soft touch of sarcasm just as my own had. Such a sense of complete calmness in the face of such ferocious flames stirs a smile slightly across my face. It takes me several moments to realize she is gesturing towards my first actual assistance in her escape to react and head into the heart of the heated vessel. 

    Submerged in the creeping layers of dark death spun into existence from the lips of the flickering fire my fingers furl around the two crates' edges. Sweat streams down my skin in sickeningly high amounts as sounds of splashing waves grow louder the more this torch sinks towards the ocean floor. Swiftly I swing the crates into a single grip while stepping hastily back towards the ship's edge, with a perfect plunge the wooden boxes embrace the sea's salted kiss. I look for single second longer at the slipping ship before joining the boxed in the surface's swell. While once again ignited by the ocean's brisk I can't help but question what truly lies within the heart of these containers, the girl who I'm helping certainly can't keep her eyes off of me. 

    Eventually the silver sand shines beneath our shadows as one after another we manage to pull the crates from their sea bound voyages. Upon dry land although soaked by the sea the girl finally seems to recognize who I am, I softly laugh at her reaction. "Sorry to break it to you, but I think this is an ocean not a forest." I suppose my sarcasm truly knows no shame. "And I helped you because I could, well, and I was pretty curious why a ship I was swimming near was engulfed in flames." One of my hands runs freely through my hair as I walk up to one of the crates I managed to help her bring to shore. "So what exactly is so important about these crates? You don't strike me as a typical sailor." I need only a momentary glance to spot whats inside before swiftly shutting it again and looking at the girl with sense suddenly hitting me in the head. "Well, that makes sense. So now that I'm an accomplice in your, um, drug circle? Do I at least get to know your name?"

[cameo]

Crys{tal} Moth

A brisk breeze rattles across the drenched clothing sticking to her exterior, seeping a nip of cold into the layer of cloth to kiss a shiver across her skin. But concern over her external wellbeing had never been a priority, and surely such won’t change that now. Rather then worrying over the retrieval of warming attire, her concentrated eyes casually count the number of crates surrounding them - just as Lightning returns to her a comment of sarcasm once more. Blue irises automatically roll in response to what she should have expected from him. Being a smart ass from initial encounter probably means he’s nothing but. Though the desperate can’t be picky, leaving her to not mind an attitude of such that’s so similar to her own. And surely she owes full consideration to the rest of his words.

“Have you ever heard that curiosity killed the cat?” She questions to his statement of investigating the blazing situation. Arms cross before her chest to maintain the warmth that the night’s sky seeks to take. A staring gaze stays pierced upon the Victor with curiosity of her own - undesired, unneeded thoughts swirl within her thoughts as he combs his fingers through his hair all too smoothly. The distraction of the unusual admiration scarcely even has her noticing his venturing steps towards her profits, until his voice begins to breach again.

Hastily she rushes back towards his side, and slams down the wondering open on one of her containers - all too late however. Surprise doesn’t riddle him at all though, as his pitch nearly smiles at her in pleasure. He searches for her name in return to this trouble she’s yanked him into, though doesn’t demand it as one would expect. “Why? I’d worry you want it to report me, but you don’t look like the type.” But sweetness doesn’t entirely return from her, while her tone at least doesn’t weave with anger. “It’s Chris.” She shares the name that she does truly go by, in precaution if he were interested in delivering this information to the ones who keep him wealthy.

“Now, are you done being nosey? You can leave now - unless you’re one of those needy heroes who expect something in return?” The sarcasm strives onward to no shock. She’s always despised receiving help. But he’s handsome, she’ll gladly give him a goodbye kiss of thanks if that’s what he seeks - especially if it means he’ll scatter off afterwards.

[Arrow]

Lightning Aqua

    Every endless second of the seaside scene before me brings my memories back out from dark depths. I can recall remnants of a similar set of siblings doing everything it took to not just survive, but provide. In my pictured past, I remember the long days digging through the sands of the sea for pearls through to the nights selling fish for just enough money for breakfast. I can see the shadows of my sister shifting through the night from bar to bar, uniform to uniform, until the beginning of dawn breaks sending her free finally to the sheets of her shared bed. I can even recount her tender tapping on my door to summon me from sleep to help shuffle the others off to class, everyone worked but we made sure it didn't cost them as much. Only once the last lunch was packed with the final fragments of food in the house and the last sound of steps was off, would I gather my own things and prepare to leave after making sure my oldest sister actually went to rest. Hell, even now looking at this certain stranger drifting through the night to this destined greeting, I can still hear Chaos' worries of my own life getting screwed up followed by my own assurances that I had it figured out. I did back then, before everything. Now I don't go to school but teach myself, now we don't live day by day but by lifetimes. In this single scene by the starlit sea I see everything we used to be, everything I hated, and yet everything I miss. 

    Her words lull me from my distant departure to the past and back to the smoke circled present. In clear contrast, the waves' soft roll and rumble to our right mixes up against her words sounding of secured strength, it causes me to smirk. Despite this girl's significant sass, Chaos still taught me how to counter far worse. As she continues to speak my fingers sift through the sand finding a puny pebble which I lift into one of my palms. While I listen, I walk wafting the stone straight into the air before catching it each time in succession. After some time she finally frees her name from her lush lips and a spark of sensation steals into my eyes. Chris. I've always liked unique names, and a name like Chris on a girl is nothing short of a statement of strength and power. I send the stone skipping across the well lit water by the moon above just as her sentences cease giving me a moment to enter my own in reply. 

    "Damn straight I'm not the reporting type. How else would I get my fix?" My tone tingles with humor and sarcasm as I look back towards her still with a smirk. "As for needy, I don't need a thing. The Capitol already makes sure I have more than anything I could ever need. They're quite generous like that." Again as I speak just slightly louder than the shifting sea my voice lays riddled in sarcastic connotation. "If anything I was going to see if you needed anything else. With your boat sufficiently sunk you can't exactly just leave yourself and all your... goods out here in plain sight." A sudden idea of certain stupidity surges to the forefront of my mind, but something about this girl can't keep me from saying it aloud with all seriousness. "You know, you're welcome to stay the night at my place in the Village. You and your supplies, Capitol wouldn't even think twice about checking a Victor's house, nor would they even care if they did." My smirk shifts to a new brighter smile shining with a certain stream of continued sarcasm to follow. "Now don't get too excited, its not an invitation just for us to get frisky in return for my help." 

[cameo]

Crys{tal} Moth

The soothing curl of Lightning’s voice subtly collapses upon Chris like an unexpected, instant addiction; such as the time that her gnawing tongue was licked upon by the lusciously bitter taste of alcohol - there was an immediate desire for more. And when the influential liquid numbed her mind and senses into the allusion of peace, the need began. Both this alluring Blonde before her, and the dangerous grasp of liquor, appear to posses similar traits to one another. Too soon to tell? The moment the first shot slithered down Chris’s throat years ago, she knew. All the same, the warning signs are blaring before her.

Far too casually his relaxed fingers pierce a stone from it’s home below. It’s as though this form of chaos has been a daily occurrence for a man such as himself. Calmness radiates from every piece of his exterior in a manner Chris can’t help but desire to feel more of - while the depths of his past appear to glisten within his illuminating eyes, windowing to the baggage he probably secretly carries. Within the clutch of alcohol, she was willing to cut it from her life if she couldn’t gain control over it. Is that what she’d have to do with this Being? Why is she even considering such about a famous Stranger that she only just encountered? The stone he claimed dances against the calm ocean in front of them, before his words breach once more.

An offer swirls through her ears, after a small handful of more sarcastic comments do. Her nose crunches in disapproval of two matters - the assistance, and the denial of getting frisky. Cockiness sways her steps past the appropriate circle of space, for her to delicately lace her arms around Lightning’s neck. “Oh, come on. Sure the Capitol provides you with everything you could ever want. But I’m pretty sure they never offered you me.” A confident smirk shines upon her own lips, and far too soon she pulls away from him - turning back towards the sea where the last of her petite boat is struggling to not be submerged. A sigh wisps across her tongue, despising the idea of succumbing the help.

With arms crossed before her chest, and legs stiff with stubbornness, her head alone turns to pear back at Lightning. “Fine, one night. But it’s going to be awfully dull if you don’t change your mind about not getting frisky.” She lightly giggles, with a wink of accepting surrender.

[Arrow]

Lightning Aqua

    Her words spill a smile over my face as I feel myself inching closer with each uneasy step I take in the sodden sand. Beneath the glimmering glow of the moon I feel myself becoming lost in the luxury of her eyes' seas. A slight flush of red ripples across my cheeks but is naturally hidden by the shine of my smirk. In my mind I can hear Chaos warning me of the dangers which can lurk with such involvement, yet I find myself too invested already in this fascinating turn of fate. Part of me wonders if its the way I feel in such an indescribable event. My mind is solely stuck of the present as my past is left frozen in the ruins of a Maze I've walked away alive from. Since then I've always convinced myself I'm living, but for the first time I actually remember what its like to have my heart beating. Being so close to someone whose just a stranger brought to me the sea, it heightens every aspect of my interest and my curiosity. I can't think of any word better than Crys fascinates me entirely. 

    Before I even realize how many steps I've taken through the shining sands of silver, my lips lie just inches from her own. My muscles stiffen, yet my mind as sharp as ever is capable of creating just the right room for tease and sarcasm to come true in place of an addicting kiss. "Who said anything about me wanting you?" I pull away as slowly and reluctantly as my body allows before forcing myself to retreat to the moderate safety of the drugs I've helped steal from the mouth of the sea. My fingers furrow beneath several as I lift with all my strength and might to bring them up off the ground. Naturally I'm away I am showing off slightly, but in this moment everything about my actions feels right. Whatever it takes to just keep her stare stuck on me for as long as possible. For once I feel like she doesn't see me as a boy with blood still staining my hands.

    "I'm sure I can be convinced." I say beginning to walk past her and flaring a wink beneath the brightly beaming mood. "Now lets go!" I say starting to break ahead of the girl who has captured my full undying attention. Although sarcasm surely still sweeps across my tongue I can't hide the lie to myself that I wouldn't mind getting to know her better once we reach the Victors Village.

[cameo]

Crys{tal} Moth

Lips linger within the reach of one another, though breach no further - refraining from colliding potentially two desires. Instead the luscious breath of Lightning’s flutters across the skin of Chris’s face, gnawing her with craving curiosity. Lust isn’t pursued however, but rather more sarcasm curls from the blonde Victor’s words. A scuffled chuckle seeps from her in return, eyes rolling as well in diversion to the ocean’s rolling waves. Least he’s not saying he doesn't want me. He’s assisting in this unexpected crises after all, surely an unspoken yearn must be there. “You haven’t admitted to wanting me yet, you mean.” She delivers her own load of sarcasm, with a sinister grin across her lips as well.

More boxes, of her valuable substance, then expected to carry are lifted by Lightning with ease - as if purely feathers occupied the content. Another eye roll gestures from Chris’s pupils, while the transferring emotion of her smirk to passionate longing is far more evident then anything else upon her features. Solely a single box is left for her to trek, providing her plenty ability to absorb the voice that travels as they journey. Apparently getting frisky isn’t completely off the table, which widens her lips even further.

Soft chatter swells between them through the path, lingering with unpredicted depth. Truth coils naturally, with no core reasoning - and permitting no silence to reside. Stories that would never be told to Strangers swim amongst, of the past, the present, and the future alike. Reasonings, effects, and results are admitted the same. Dark honesty of their histories, that’s not even discussed within one’s own mind, are brought to the moon’s light, and continues even when they breach the Victor’s village where they rest upon his porch. It’s mere hours from the sun’s rise when they finally settle on parting, and separate to different rooms.

But heavy eyes will not permit Chris to slumber. Enough time doesn’t even test her ability to sleep, before she’s trailing from the guest room - in mere underwear and a stolen shirt. Knees crackle as she bends beside his bed, engulfed by the darkness of his room and the soft breathing of his rest. “Lightning… I’m scared of the dark. I’m sleeping in here.” A lie unfolds, an appetite is demanded, and acceptance isn’t waited for before she intrudes under the covers. “You wouldn’t want me to be scared, would you?” She questions in a facade of innocence, while a pillow with his luscious scent cradles her head. And without another thought to permit a second guess, she finally unites her lips with his’.

[Arrow]

Lightning Aqua

    Quiet creeps over the marvelous marble as our shadows spill over the slip silently into the combined home built upon two shares of tortured souls. Beneath the bright beam of the moon its swift and simple to create a castle of crates where Chaos will never find them sleeping. Outside the precise panes of the windows the sky slightly softens as the summoning of the sun begins to stir the shining stars. With dawn now drawing closer to existence and hours shrinking closer to minutes he leads his flirtatious fascination through the hallowed halls of the house. Every single speck of his soul and his being battle for his voice to come forth ringing with desire as he wonders about whether to walk her into his own room. Instead of succumbing to his own senses' delightful drive for a terrible taste of his temptation, he merely addresses the room to her as they pass. Perhaps should she be frightful of the stirrings of the night she will come venturing down the halls to the door he has now given his name to.

    A pair of pajamas stolen from the safety of Chaos' room is given to Cris as he welcomes her into the space of one of their many unoccupied rooms. His lips hover for the release of a kiss but instead of igniting embrace his breath only carries more words of his own temptation. "Night, don't let the bed bug bite." My words a wafting as a whisper before I vanish down the long lavished hall and into the starkingly single space of my own room. Even beneath the heated hug of my layered silken sheets I find no comfort from the cold of loneliness. Although frequent may be the visiting of both genders to my skin's seductive touch, never before have I felt such a heavenly hook pulling me always towards her exciting existence. Just the thought of her in such a way brings red rivers rushing over the curves of my cheeks. 

    My body stiffens as my heart races. My face follows the sound of her voice and my eyes widen at her spot by my side. Luckily the endless drive of denied desires ends with her own craving of my lips. Instants after her embrace I break pulling her heart close to my own. "I guess we know who couldn't hold out the longest." My lips again shorten the distance between ours as I fall into the night with allowing for the stars which once guided us here to vanish and for her solely to be the center of my world. 

[cameo]

Crys{tal} Moth

Soft words creep from the Blonde’s tongue in declaration of the Brunette’s inability to refute temptation. Such a fact doesn’t even faze her, unlike the cruel separation of their lips. Urgency suddenly licks at her desires, as if she were unable to breath and their kiss was the sole substance maintaining her life. Surely by tomorrow she’d have to cut ties with such cravings, though tonight she’d allow herself to be consumed by it… and taught that the claim of fireworks booming from such lust, which she perceived as false from former bed companions, is actually quite true.

False, it’s evidently an understatement - though fireworks certainly ignited her night.

Within the dawn of the sun’s intrusion, she discovers herself still unable to collapse her eyes and fall into the realm of dreams. Honestly, no dream could be as pristine as this moment. Fisted fingers rub her eyes in contemplation of what to do. Collect her valuables and flee while the opportunity was easiest? Remain here for all eternity as her heart stupidly hungers for? Yet all she could do was stare at the soft breaths of Lightning as he slept all too peacefully, longing to never move from the warmth of his bed.

Unfortunately cruel time continues to persist, as does the obligation of business. Least she could do was show her gratitude to him with a cup of coffee though? Underwear and a shirt is fetched for her journey downstairs, in this odd ambition to be sweet - which evidently unravels in a manner that proves why she never does, or should do, such kind things…

A baffled expression welcomes her into the kitchen, from his big Sister who’s sipping coffee upon a counter to view the sun’s rise. Seems that Lightning doesn’t often pertain a night’s company. “I don’t want to know.” Chaos insists with a sarcastic chuckle. “Just tell Lightning to give his friends his own pajamas. Isn’t that what you kids are supposed to do anyways? Wear the dude’s shirt?” She questions as if she were decades older. “Coffee?”

But Chris would not deliver Chaos’s request to her Brother, nor accept coffee. Hastily she escapes from the scene, to tip toe across the halls to the guest room that contains her own attire. Valuables aren’t even gathered, in a yearn to give him a proper goodbye later. But for now she must return to her illicit employment to discover a buyer, and manage the new situation of her burned home. “Bye!” She hears Chaos’s delightful tune before the door shuts behind her. It’s then that she realizes the combined Victors homes, and scatters from the awkward situation.