Core

Weaving Strings

"First of all, what made you lit your flames for the first time?" Caelum blinked a few times as he sat on the sofa opposite of Daemon. He tilted his head, eyebrows furrowed. It was a good question. One he didn't know exactly how to answer.

He remembered feeling desperation and despair, along with anger and the next, Death and Judgement appeared in front of him. A moment later, he felt a surge of strength and before he knew it, he was already dominating over those people. Right, a shield. There was a shield. He wondered if he had put it up himself or if it was the two being since he has no recollection of doing so. 'Was.. Was that my flames?'

But it couldn't have been... Could it? Giotto's flames were different. Giotto's was actual flames, not a shield or anything.

He tried to make sense of it but the more he contemplated, the more confused he was. He must had taken too long trying to figure it out that Daemon could tell he was having trouble with it. So, the man changed his question. "Alright then, tell me what do you think flames are."

Caelum paused for a moment. Not what he knows, but what he think it is. Okay. ".. A mirror of someone's soul." Daemon hummed.

"I see." The ginger wasn't right, nor was he wrong as well. It's true that flames represent someone's personality in a way, but it doesn't always match. One could end up being a Storm even though they have a personality of a Rain. And it was an interesting choice of word. Soul. That was the first time Daemon had heard of it. None of the researchers had related flames to someone's soul before.

'... Perhaps he will figure out the flames more than any of us combine.' Daemon was exhilarated for what the man would achieve. "Now, try lighting it."

Caelum stared blankly at him. "... How?"

"However you did it in the first place." Daemon, for a good measure, tapped the side of his head. "Do it instinctively instead of thinking. Close your eyes and try."

Caelum nodded slowly and closed his eyes. He tried to clear his mind and focused on his feelings, focus on his awareness, focus on himself. He curled both his hands slowly into fist as he drowned out his surroundings, trying to pull out the flames. When he thought he had a grip on it, he tried to force it out, scowling.

He.. He couldn't.

He opened his eyes and narrowed his eyes at his hands in confusion. He tried again, trying to approach it in the same matter as Daemon told him to, but he couldn't.

"Why..?"

"Well I'm not surprised. Trying to lighting it up for the second time and maintaining it is always harder than the first since the will isn't as strong." Daemon would be lying if he say he wasn't slightly disappointed, but he had expected it. It wasn't an easy task to light it up in the first place, what more second? Well, unless they were a natural, that is. "Or," He folded his arms and leaned back onto the back rest. "perhaps you should study first. Understand more about the flames first, and then we will continue."

He stood up just as someone knocked on the door to the study room. Elena peeked in and smiled at the both of them. "Good morning!"

Caelum greeted back softly, still wondering about what Daemon had said as the Mist head over to his lover and pecked her on her forehead. "Everything written in this room is about the flames and the recent researches. Read all of it first. Don't worry. It's mostly in English." And the ginger was left alone in the room.

Caelum stared blankly at the door with his mouth slightly agape. He mechanically turned to the shelves to see scrolls and books all stacked up neatly on it. His mouth snapped shut as he scanned it. His shoulder sagged as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, knowledge comes first rather than action."