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The world thinks that fire and ice are supposed to be enemies, rivals, opposites, that the fire will melt the ice away. That they're supposed to be with another like them, twin flames, two souls in sync, burning bright together. But I've never cared for what the world thinks.
He is my warmth, my everything, even if I wouldn't say it directly. Through my sarcasm and silent glances, he still knows, he still cares. He's a warm blanket when it's even too cold for me, comforting, but not smothering. He cools me down when I get heated, as rare as that is, as common as that is.
He would never melt my body… my heart's another story though.
"Bonehillllll! " His voice breaks my train of thought, bringing me back to reality. Zerako's flame of a haircut bounces with him as he switches his weight between his feet.
"Hm?" My cold eyes open just enough to see him.
"I asked if ya wanted any tea… are you alright?" He walked to my chair, a concerned, furrowed brow and frown. Zerako didn't have to lean much, if at all, to meet my eyes.
"Never been better." I reply simply, hints of warmth poking through as I smile softly. Leaning my forehead forward and against his, I let myself smile bigger. "Never been better."