Cold Flames

Chapter 38 : Romance My Mind

I glanced over at Vice, watching him do his final pull-up. His sweat dripped down his body in a slow manner, making me follow it's grand tour of his extremely defined body. I'll have to admit, these past few months have really showed me a whole new side to him. But considering his past involvements... it's no wonder he trains so rigorously. I watched him walk over to the punching bag, and grip it in his hands, while leaning forward, resting his head on it. He stayed like this for a minute, and I could tell by the look in his eye, he was thinking about this whole situation. He got like that from time to time, letting these troubles really way down on him.

I mentioned it to him before, and he reluctantly told me about what his thoughts were. I know he was doing his best to open up to me, but I could still see the hesitance in his actions. He believed every deep dark secret he thought of was something for the demons in hell to hear about. He himself was a troubled man. One who once believed... and probably still does... that this weight he carries is his punishment for the actions he's committed against others. He was accepting of this fate. He didn't want to be truly happy, because he didn't feel as though it was deserving. But then he speaks of meeting me. How I was the light to a very dark world that he long forgotten had a thing called hope. I remember thinking back of one of our lazing around days, we were conversing about his so called "happiness"  shouldn't depend on me. I mentioned how I could be totally over him by next year... yeah i realize how laughable that is, but hey I had pride to prove was not damaged. He leaned over, and softy caressed the small of my back, playing with the hem of my yoga pants.

His glacier eyes bore into mine, soul searching of feelings I tried hard to keep at bay. After a long pause, his lips tilted upwards and he he said slowly in his tantalizing "i want your panties off now" way. "I'm a very selfish man, Firen." He stated confidently. "And I intend to do my absolute best to make sure I continue my contact with the person whose made me change this much." His hand gripped hard on my side as he leaned in closer. He was so close, I thought he would kiss me. But he stayed there, eyes unnerving me to my very soul. I couldn't move for the fear that this feeling would stop... or escalate to something I wasn't ready for. His eyes looked on, searching for moments more, and then he sat up, releasing me from the prism like trance he had me in.

Vice started kicking the punching bag relentlessly, interrupting my reminisce of the pleasant memory. Watching him release his tension on the bag made me feel some type of way. All that power being thrusted out mercilessly... does things to a girl with a mind like mine. Vice's style of fighting was definitely a kicking theme, not sure if that had anything to do with Frigidus, but apparently Kelekona believes it to be relating to his massive tail. Favors bottom styles, in many ways I'm guessing. Oh did I mention their final form? This was seriously beginning to seem like some type of sci-fi adventure. You see, kelekona urged us to use their final form, however what she didn't mention was how excruciatingly painful the transformation would be. While Kelekona did mention being a dragon, we didn't realize how grand of a dragon she'd be.

You see, Kelekona has been urging us to use their final form for this grand battle, having very little faith in our own capabilities. Insulting, I know. Which is one of the many reasons I want to push myself so hard to amount to a fraction of what Vice has already been put through. And you heard me right folks. I said "their". Meaning Vice apparently has a final form as well. Its not quite like Kelekona's dragon, but equally as frightening. You see, Frigidus was in Kelekona's words, a monster. A monster that she related to in more ways than one. When setting my own eyes on the grand beast myself, I had to admit, that I was taken aback by the magnitude of the transformation our bodies could withstand. While we didn't transform into the beings ourselves, we could feel the pain, the change and the massive energy we inherited. Vice was surely no exception to this. I took in its appearance in awe as I saw the blinding silver lining of its wings. The grand beast had ivory scales along the length of its body. It's eyes were the whitest color I've ever laid eyes upon. It was as if the white was a glowing color that drew you into a world you'd never escape from.