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GAUCHO
I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good.
Her words meant nothing. Ampere was far better suited to a battle of vocabulary than he was, and regardless of who was right, Ampere would prove the victor. Still, it didn't matter. Gaucho was becoming more and more sure that this was not about companions at all. This was an excuse, a way to be pushed away.
And it was working.
Ampere made excuses for others, had learned to live with the companions of others (by her own words), but would not make such exceptions for him. He had saved Mara. Had saved the weak and sickly looking pheonix. He had offered a part of his soul to them so that they might live. Gaucho's intentions were on the preservation of life, not satisfying Ampere's distorted moral compass. But he had not done this to spite her. He wasn't culpable of the crimes she believed him to be.
Did that mean nothing? Did he ?
She was slipping away from him, both physically and emotionally. The Blue was beyond reach now. The Wildfire had lingered in the eye of the storm for so long now that he forgot what its winds and rains brought - how they burned his skin and chilled his bones. He wanted to dive into the depths of her gaze, to drown in the tense sexuality that still buzzed around them. Ampere had dug this grave for him long ago, and the dun knew that should her words and eyes turn sweet again he would happily fall into it.
But her eyes did not turn sweet. They were like daggers of electricity inflicting wounds that proved that she was capable of causing burns as well, even if hers did not require flames.
In the precious seconds that it took her body to bridge the gap towards his, Gaucho felt the regret and despair that had been slowly building within begin to overflow. He had wanted to go back, to erase what had happened between them, to fall into and against each other as they had done before. But the critical point had been missed, they had each in their love and hatred of one another blown past the point of no return without even a second glance. Now that it was too late, hindsight made it all appear so easy. This was easily avoidable and yet they hadn't. The absolute despair and painful outrage that accompanied such epiphanies burned and bled through Gaucho's soul, causing the flames that burned on his wings to flare up. He hated her for not caring for him enough to overlook whatever mistake she charged him with.
He hated her almost as much as he hated himself for not stopping this.
As her body collided with his, he would not retreat. Black hooves pressed against the bloody sands, yielding a few inches due to her force, but never actually allowing a step to be taken. Her teeth found the black skin of his nose, but he didn't care. He breathed in her ragged breath, greedily accepting her warriors kiss even as blood ran down his lips. He forced himself forward, accepting of the hooves that struck his chest. He craved the pain, and in his blood lust and heart-hurt, mentally criticized her for not being stronger.
Her screams mingled with his own as his wings shot forward. Gaucho wanted to grab her, to force her to stay close to him if she would not do so on her own. The urge to break her was white hot within his veins, pounding against his thoughts and better judgement. He was reckless in his despair, drunk on thoughts of her electric gaze, clinging to the cooling coals of their love.
Vaguely he was aware of the phoenix chick behind him - the newborns mind a mess of imagery and confusion, and so Gaucho shoved forward to distance himself from the life that had ignited this fight.
Mara was his only link to sight, and as that connection diminished for the second time in a matter of minutes, Gaucho was once again thrust into a solitary darkness. He could not see any around him, and could not hear those bonded to his soul. His flaming feathers initially sought to grab onto Ampere, but as darkness descended around him once again, they were like a blind man's fingers, groping in the dark.
Another beat of his wings sent an arc of fire outwards. Without Mara's assistance he could only place Ampere by the way the sands swirled around her hooves and how her shadow danced upon the ground.
Where love had failed, fire would succeed. If he couldn't make Ampere burn from the inside out then he would make her burn from the outside in.
ohgodwhatisthiseven.
WC: 787
Attack: 1/3
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[JUDGED] Can we go back before the storm came raging? [Gaucho]
