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"Infinitus vado" - AIM - Warren/Willow

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Sep. 24th, 2010 | 07:10 pm

Role-play, AIM Format, Storybook.
Warnings: None.



Warren Peace played by Sora [like_evil]
Willow Rosenberg played by Rory [divided_poet]

Willow slipped down the dark corridor. She'd been having some...cravings for a little while and she figured, what the hell. A couple sparks, a little dark-eyes. She'd been doing so we, Father Hude said so, relapses were normal. Her eyes had just glazed over black and her fingers had just started to spark when she turned the corner into the lounge and saw someone sitting by the fire. "Shit," she muttered.

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Other than the crackling fire, the room was quiet; and he sat there with a book. Most of the time, he never paid attention to his surrounding, but his mind was elsewhere at the moment. When she walked in, he heard it, and even the little curse that had been muttered. Lifting his head from his book, he looked over toward the door and saw Willow standing there.

Though, he didn't say anything, simply quirking a brow.

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"Hey," she said through gritted teeth, trying to stop what she'd started. Stupid, shoulda looked first. "Whatcha readin'?" She'd go back to her room, but Leighana would kill her if she came back like this, and she didn't think Warren would give her a hard time about it.

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He shrugged, and looked at the cover, "Cut." Warren slightly tilted his head, well that should have been obvious enough, he thought. He never really knew what he was reading, he grabbed random books and read from front to back. It was simple, quiet, and he liked it.

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Willow nodded, "Super." She walked further into the lounge, looking around, "Sorry to bother, I'd leave you to your brooding awesomeness, but I can't really go anywhere like this," she said. She went to run her hand over a wall to her right, but as soon as she touched it a strip of the wall paper bubbled and curled. "Oops," she said, looking at Warren with black eyes.

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Still watching Willow, he slightly smirked and said, "Deadly," Then closed his book, and set it on the arm of the couch. He'd left so many scorch marks around the school - the student lounge, the cafeteria to name a couple - but nothing like that. "So what do you do if you can't go anywhere like that?" He asked.

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She shrugged, "I haven't done this since my smackdown with Fedya, and that was behind the school." She paused for a moment, "I think it's a testiment to my control that I didn't make her bubble and peel like that wall," she said thoughtfully. She smirked, "But, when I used to do this, I'd look for things to amuse myself." She raised an eyebrow, "Have any ideas for me?"

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"You're asking the wrong guy," He replied, he'd been anti-social since his father was tossed in solitary, he didn't leave much for fun. Maybe from time to time, he did have fun playing with fire and throwing said fire at other kids; intentionally missing them of course. Just to watch them dance around.

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She looked around the empty room, "I guess you're not really Mr. social, are you." She looked back at Warren, "So you just sit around all day and read? Or is there some jerking off thrown in there?" she asked, leaning a hip against the wall she'd...ruined.

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Warren quirked a brow, and looked at her curiously before shaking his head, "I have a job, keeps me busy, and tame I guess you could say." He shrugged, and leaned back into the couch and stretched his legs out.

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Willow rolled her eyes, "A job. I have one of those. My boss is a...russian lunatic." She frowned. She liked John, he wasn't a lunatic. Black-eyes always made things come out mean. "I mean, fascinating man," she said, sarcasm dripping from her tone.

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"Hmm," He pursed his lips and looked to the floor down by his feet. This whole conversation thing was a little weird, it was probably easier staying the way he was, because well, he didn't know what to say to most of the things she said.

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Willow looked over at the fire and it jumped suddenly, burning brighter and surging forward like it was reaching out. It died down and she shuttered. "You firestarters and your manipulative ease."

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Warren slightly furrowed his brows and turned his attention to Willow again, "What?" He asked, having no idea what she was talking about. Or rather, so lost in his thoughts, he barely heard what she said, and what he heard didn't exactly make sense.

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"It's hard to mess with elements, makes ya tired. You've got a kick ass gift. Nevermind," she said, rolling her eyes. She shuttered again, and she knew the spell was wearing off. Her hits just didn't last as long as they used to.

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"It's intense when I give as much as I can; like I can feel it surge and it feels good." Warren shrugged, and returned his eyes to the same spot on the floor. He couldn't ever remember feeling tired, just that it felt good, tingly in a way.

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She smirked, "I imagine it's like a high." She cocked her head to the side, "I wonder what you'd be like on a magic rush?"

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He shrugged, "I guess." Then quickly looked up at her once more, while lifting a brow. "A magic rush?" Now that she mentioned it, he had to wonder as well. But where she stood, he was so far off, but also wondered how he would even go about feeling something like that. Would it be the same as giving as much as he could, or something totally different?

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She smiled. "You know, the cool thing about this kind of magic rush is you don't have to meditate it in to action," she said, taking a step toward him. Just one spell from her, and he could be feeling what she was feeling...and it would boost her rush.

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He blinked, and asked, "How does it work then?" Warren slightly tilted his head, and laced his finger together, while resting his hands on his stomach. Now he was much more intrigued.

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She took another step toward him, "I mutter a little somethin'-somethin' and throw some magics at you," she said with a smile. "And it rushes through you like candy. Everything feels better, everyone is perfect, all those little daily annoyances mean next to nothing in the grand scheme of things." Another step, "But I can't really explain it, not in a way that you would understand." She stopped, hands on her hips, "Come on, give us a try. Be the brave boy we both know you are and just give in to peer pressure."

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"Peer pressure?" He had to chuckle lightly, and pushed himself to sit up right, "Just go for it." He said, and kept his eyes on her while he waited.

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Willow smiled and shot over to Warren. She grabbed either side of his face, bent down to eye level, and latin came tumbling out of her lips. Shocks flowed out of her fingers and disappeared in Warren's skin.

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The feeling came like a massive blow, as those shocks flowed into him, he could feel the tingling sensation reaching every inch of his body. Oh yes, this was so much better then the little high he got from blazing; and compared to this, it really was "little". Warren let out a short shuddered breath, and closed his eyes for a second. "Fuck..." Was all he could really say at the moment.

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"Yeah, well that gets super fun, trust me," she said with a wicked grin as she straightened up, her own vision crystal clear once more. "Like candy, right?"

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Warren fell back against the couch, and looked up at Willow with a bit of a dazed look in his eyes, "Oh, I'm thinking a little better than candy." He grinned, and couldn't seem to wipe it away. The feeling, it was like waking up in the morning and stretching; that feeling, lasting, and ten times better.

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Willow raised an eyebrow, "Well, I was gonna say sex...like the best sex ever, but I didn't know how you'd take that. Candy seemed like a good simile for a boy like you." She smiled pleasantly as she felt the waves of her rush. She fell down onto the couch next to him and laughed. "Best ever."

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He shook his head, "Don't say boy, makes it sound like I'm 12 or something," He frowned, but it didn't last long because man he felt really good right now. "So, what did you do exactly, what was all that you were saying?" He asked, and closed his eyes to press his fingers to them. He couldn't see straight.

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"For all intents and purposes," she muttered. Willow shrugged, "Infinitus vado, means limitless rush in latin," she chucked at the very simple incantation. She glanced at Warren, "You have to understand something, doll; I'm one of the most powerful witches on this continent, and a few others. I could say your mom in latin and she would probably pop in here." She smiled, "A spell that powerful through simple incantation takes years to learn." She frowned for a second as her usual self surged up with the fear that she'd created a new junkie. She shook it off. "Nothing hits like this shit."

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"Why my mother?" He asked, wanting to turn his head and look over at Willow, but he knew he wouldn't be able to see her with his vision right now. Blinking his eyes open, he tried to focus, but everything continue to shake. "Say my dad, break him out of solitary." He pushed his fingers to his eyelids, and groaned, "Fuck, what is with the vision?" He asked, and couldn't seem to hold in a laugh. As frustrated with it as he wanted to be, he couldn't.

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Willow beamed, "Don't fight it, really look. If you try to see straight, you'll just tire your eyes out." Then she shook her head, "And I don't think I'm in the right place to be breakin' men outta...solitary." She quirked an eyebrow and started laughing as well.

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"What do you mean 'really look'?" He furrowed his brows, now he was confused. If he wasn't supposed to see straight, how was he supposed to really look? Warren dropped his hands to the couch, and just sat there with his eyes closed. When he felt the couch, really felt it, his hands started moving back and forth in slow motions.

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Willow shook her head, "Nevermind, don't worry about it," she said. She watched Warren feel up the couch, and it was amusing. "Everything feels good, right?" She smirked, "It stays like that. Other than the burnout, the feeling doesn't falter. It's beautiful."

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"Mmmhm," He replied, and a faint smile crossed his lips as his hands continued to move. "We should do something, I don't know what, but we should do something." He said, and tried opening his eyes again; though, they continued to shake...like watching a video of someone running with the camera. "If I can ever see properly."

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Willow let her eyes drift closed for a moment and just felt the world pulse around her. "I'm game for anything." She brushed her fingers back and forth on her own forearm, enjoying the feel and thinking. "But it's a little hard to do anything with the crackdown on rules," she said, amusement coloring her tone at how much that crackdown had actually help considering at least two students were still fucked out of their minds in the lounge.

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"Fuck the rules, and fuck those guys stationed at every door - you say you're powerful, show me." He smirked, and opened his eyes again to finally see clearly. Even if he realized it, he probably still wouldn't get what she said about really looking. For a moment, his eyes were normal, and when he turned to look at Willow; they seemed to blaze an orange color, like they were on fire and as it burned out, left him with charred black eyes.

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Willow quirked an eyebrow, "You doubting my magicks, doll face?" She liked the fire, she guessed it was an expression of his power. She stuck her hand out to him, "Give us a touch and I'll take ya somewhere fun."

She was gonna get in soooo much trouble if they got caught.

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"Let's just say that I am," He smiled, and looked down at her hand, before quickly grasping it with his own. He didn't know what was going to happen, but it sort of excited him.

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She smiled, "Willow Rosenberg, corrupting men since...never." In the blink of an eye they were shifting. The room didn't spin, the world didn't drop, there was no tugging fieling, they just shifted. Suddenly, they were standing in an open field. It was lined with trees, nothing but trees as far as either of them could see. She put a hand on Warren's shoulder, "Warning, that trip can take a lot out of anyone that's...not me." She thought of the swipe of exhaustion she dimly felt before it was completely gone.

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Before she even gave the warning, he felt that he was suddenly weaker, and stumbled backward. "Thanks for the warning," He replied in a sarcastic manner, then looked up at the open field. "Where are we?" Warren asked, not that it mattered, but he asked anyway. Taking a deep breath, he opened and closed his hand, like he was trying his best to will his strength back.

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She looked around, "Technically, we're just outside of New Prague." She looked back at Warren, "But, if you have a specific destination in mind, we could go there instead," she said, her eyes flashing back to green for a moment before darkening again. "But before you decide, give this a try." She raised her hands in front of Warren's face, spreading her fingers wide. Lights started to shoot out of the tips, all different colors. They swirled around the two like spastic fireflies.

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Lifting his brows, he watched the lights, watched them spark from her hands and fly around the two of them. Colorful, bright, and really eye-catching...but that could be because he was high. Couldn't be too sure. "What am I supposed to do?" He asked, lifting a hand up and looking at it. He didn't even try, but his hand ignited in flames, and Warren tilted his head.

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She smirked, "You're supposed to help. The lights are cool, but they're more fun if you do them yourself." She could feel the warm of his flaming hand. "If you power down I'll give you a little jolt for your very own light show," she raised an eyebrow. "Or you could set the trees on fire." She shrugged. "Whatever."

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Closing his hand, he put out the flames and looked back up at Willow and waited. "Well you could have said that along with the 'give this a try,'" He rolled his eyes.

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She put her hands on his chest and shoved him backwards, sending jolts into his chest along the way. She was still sending jolts at him when they were no longer touch, magic flowing from her fingers into his body. "There, wow, don't be a bitch to the chick that's holding," she said once she'd finished, rolling her eyes.

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Stumbling backward once again, he could feel those jolts riding through his body, and holding his hands up he watched as the colors jumped from his fingertips. "What? That's nothing compared to what I'm capable of," Warren replied, suddenly thinking of that kid he left on the floor of the student lounge; and also the fire versus electricity fight he got into with Elle.

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She nodded, "Yes, I hear tale of mister bad ass, no worries there. But does it rush like this shit? That, mister, is what I meant by holding, so calm down, I'm not challenging your ass-kicking ability." She didn't mention the myriad of magic tricks up her sleeve. She looked around the field again, trying to decide what to do to her empty canvas. For starters, she sent lights ringing the edges of the trees, weaving in and out of them. She was quickly bored of that and looked back to Warren. "So, show me what you're capable of, you walking talking flamethrower, you."

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"I didn't think you were, so you calm down, I'm just saying you haven't seen 'bitch' yet." Warren didn't know why he added in the 'yet', she didn't seem the type to piss him off. But deceiving looks and such. He stopped and watched as she laced the colors through the trees, quite fascinated for a while. While looking down at his hands, the colors were still shooting out.

He experimented a little, shooting them further, and a small smile crossed his lips. And while still experimenting, he tried mixing the two, throwing fire, while twirling the colors around - like a barrier of sorts. "I'm still learning," He replied with a glance up at her, and continued.

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She watched him, head cocked to the side, "You're learning pretty quickly, though," she smirked as he got the lights to wrap around his fire.

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He didn't say anything, but continued to try different things. In this case, he cupped his hands together, and created a small fireball that continued to grow as his hands moved further apart. Shooting it up to the sky, this was supposed to be his target to try and learn to control the colorful lights.

Shaking his hands up a bit, Warren looked up and tried. The majority failed to hit the target, and died off somewhere in the middle; while a few managed to hit right on. But before he could try a bit more, his ball of fire was falling fast. And when it hit the ground, it quickly spread.

Raising his brows, he started to chuckled, "Oops..."

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Willow watched the fire spread, eyes wide and amused. She raised a hand, creating a trench of sorts around the perimeter of the field, water filling the trench. "Just in case," she said, face lit up and fascinated as the fire engulfed the ground around them. It could swallow her whole and she didn't think she'd feel it...which would probably lead to her all burned on the ground. She didn't care so much at the moment. Warren could control it, right? She shook her head and shrugged.

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Watching as the fire spread out, he was completely amused, "Wow, it moves fast." If she didn't add the trench, he was sure he would cause some sort of forest fire or something. Definitely newspaper worthy anyway; but nothing like what his father did, nor his mother. He'd been wanting to advance in his ability, but never had the opportunity, and maybe this was it. He could create it, throw it, manipulate it to keep himself warm, along transferring it to warm others, but he wanted to learn more.

Holding a hand out, he focused on trying to bring it back, absorb it or even let the flames dance on his open palm.

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Willow watched Warren's concentration with her arms crossed over her chest, still fascinated by it all. She could make big ol' scary fireballs, but it took so much out of her later on. She could almost taste what the burn out would be for the both of them the next day. She wondered if he'd be able to get a flame up with the exhaustion he was gonna feel. She figured she'd tell him later, let him enjoy it first, there wasn't much they could do about it now anyway. "Way to be considerate, Will," she muttered.

She watched the flame on his hand and furrowed her eyebrows, reaching out, "Mind if I touch it?" It was fire, she knew it was fire, but it looked so inviting on his hand like that.

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Right after her question, Warren managed to absorb the flames, and felt his hand warm up for a split second. He smiled, and simply wanted more. Holding both hands out, he called back more of the flames on the field before holding them out in front of Willow. "Not at all." He finally said.

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She put her hand to the flame. She knew it was burning, she'd have to heal it before she crashed or she'd be in a new kind of pain for the comedown. But, the flames licking her skin felt sort of amazing. She recognized it as pain, logically, but it didn't really feel that way. Maybe Warren produced fire was different than the normal kind, she mused to herself. "Damn," she breathed out, a fresh wave hitting her.

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He smiled, watching her hands, and watching the expression on her face. "Here, this feels better." Warren said, absorbing the flames, and taking her hand. It didn't take much concentration to transfer the energy into her, he was getting better.

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Warmth shot up Willow's arm, completely void of the pain she'd dimly felt before. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, marveling at how the feeling boosted her high. "Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful..." she trailed off, shivering at the warmth coursing through her now. "Oh, you know."

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He grinned while still holding her hand, and when he was out, he simply absorbed more. God, this felt amazing, and he just wanted more. Holding both his hands out once again, he called the fire to him, absorbing it and intensifying his rush. "I really don't want this to end." He breathed and closed his eyes as he felt the warmth course through.

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Willow tugged on her hair with her free hand and sighed, still feeling warmth all around, "We'll burn out in a few hours, can't help it, there's only so much energy between the two of us." She frowned. "Every spell has a burn out period, the longer the spell the harsher the burn." She shook her head and sent another jolt of magic into him, renewing her rush as his energy took her in. Doing this everyday would drive you crazy, earth-killin' crazy, but it was amazing while it lasted.

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Warren pursed his lips, and slightly tilted his head, "Hm, guess all good things must come to an end." He rolled his eyes, and that quickly faded when she sent another jolt. A smile covered his lips, "I like this weightless feeling." He commented.

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"I know exactly how you feel," Willow said, feeling as if she were floating. Maybe they were, she wasn't really sure. While she still felt the relative numbness, she looked at her burned hand, still in Warren's. She concentrated on healing the skin, letting it grow over the fairly ravaged area. She smiled when her hand was no longer burned. She'd go down first, she knew that...it was okay. Magic for two always did some damage, and Warren was contributing that lovely warmth. "It's sort of beautiful," she whispered.

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"It is," He agreed, and by the time he finished absorbing, the field was left blackened. The fire was gone. He had half a mind to start it over, but then wondered if he could do it within himself. Of course, he could warm himself and even transfer it, but would it feel just as good? Without another thought, he did so.

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Willow jumped a little at the heat that pooled under Warren's skin. It was burning, but there were no flames. She jumped again when she heard thunder crack across the sky and a raindrop hit her arm. She shiver with almost pure pleasure. Air before a storm crackled, partnered with what she was already feeling, combined with the warmth weaving out of Warren's skin. "Do you feel that?" she asked, looking up at the sky.

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"The rain?" He asked, almost annoyed. He didn't like water, always put out his flames. But when he felt a drop hit his skin, it was a weird sensation. He was warm, and the droplet felt icy, in a way it was sort of nice.

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"Do you have a cat thing going on? Don't like water?" she asked, hearing his annoyed tone but only half caring. They could go somewhere else, but she never stood out in the rain while she was this gone. She was fairly certain that anything hitting multiple parts of her body in the span of seconds must feel amazing. "We could go somewhere not-rainy," she still said, a bit of her usual self poking out.

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"Fire and water don't mix so well in my experience." He said, thinking about the two that splashed him because he threatened them with a blazing hand. But he shook his head as more droplets came in contact with him, he wasn't so worried about it anymore. He still felt good, and the annoyance quickly slid away. Tilting his head back, he shook the hair from his face, and indulged as the rain came down a little harder.

"I'm kind of surprised these aren't snowflakes."

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Willow shrugged, the rain coming down harder and feeling amazing as it dripped off her hair. "It's cold enough right?" She tried to feel the temperature, but she couldn't really feel anything. "Damn, snow would be gorgeous right now," she said with amusement in her voice.

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"I don't know, I've heated myself up, it feels icy to me." He shrugged, "It's a weird sensation, but I like it." He chuckled. Lifting his hands, he combed his fingers through his head, and smoothed it back.

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Willow nodded, running a hand through her own water tangled hair. "It's...everywhere." Even in her fucked up state she knew that was a druggie thing to say, but she didn't mind. Willow watched the rain as it fell and noticed that some of the droplets seemed a little more solid. As she watched, she began to see flurries mixing in before melting into the ran. "Um, I think it's probably freezing," she said thoughtfully, as she saw more and more flurries and less and less rain.

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Warren began to notice the change, and tilted his head, "Hmm, maybe that's why it felt so icy..." He slightly furrowed his brows and watched as the weather took a turn. The flakes landed softly, and it was quite the change from the heavy rain; although the sensation seemed to stay the same. Warren was becoming more accustomed to the contrasting elements, so much that he heated himself a little more.

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