He was close. Ampere was extremely aware of this single detail as she flew alongside Gaucho, bathed in the orange glow of his flame touched wings. The hue contrasted heavily with her cooler colors, like the unspoken differences between the two of them; the thunderstorm dancing with the Wildfire. For all their unsymmetrical traits though, were they not also aligned, working and acting cohesive and same? Their thoughts channeled along a similar path more often than not, both wrapped up in the sexual cravings of their physical body, undoubtedly attracted to one another with a raw, illogical force, a magnetism that sung in their bones. Their minds, they quivered like a honed sword, thrust towards any threat unforgivingly, sharp, but simple in their drive.

Ampere exhaled heavily, twisting through her plume of dragon's breath as she rolled on her wings, trying to get ahead of the bay stallion with a burst of speed. Though her wings carried out the cue, the quickness manifested from her heart, its race long since begun in her throat since their departure from the sands. In part Ampere was worried for their venture to the islands, troubled by the darkness that she suspected rooted on the strange sky edifice. More so, she was want to worry over her partner, whom seemed to easily disregard the limitations of his mortal shell. Could she save him if he would not save himself?

More importantly, could he save her?

It was the first time in a long time that they were truly alone together. The realization brought back memories of the cold night, an endless night, trapped in a cave alongside the flaming beast. He had warmed her, briefly, but she could never forget the dread that flooded her veins like ice upon watching a serpent slither from the darkness and onto his antlers. He is bonded her soul had wept in rage; her heart had folded in, like a flower that had finished blooming.

It had been cold that night, as it was on this day, yet only the lively hum of warmth jostled inside of her whenever she looked at him.
It burned her with a shame that she could not describe, nor escape.


A voice cuts across Ampere suddenly then, her head jerking around, electric gaze startling bright and clear as it strikes Zenobia. The word leaves a mark on Ampere's thoughts, the force of it scattering them like wind. She snorts, pushing heavily on her wings once more, intent to outfly the both of them. So much for their privacy, though perhaps that was for the best. Another day to bury her true feelings with mud, hoping one day they'd prove to be lies.

@[Gaucho]