Ciara blinked a little surprised by the sudden coldness from the warlock in front of her, one moment ago he was cupping her cheek and almost kissing her. The next moment he was calling her a weakling and saying he would rather be with that bitch. She wasn't sure what she had done wrong, but she almost felt a pull to apologize for whatever she had done and beg him to stay. [I]That is crazy, I didn't do anything wrong.[/I] She thought to herself as she watched him stomp out her embers. It made her frown and she opened her mouth to speak, before he threatened her and took off. Ciara stared after him for a moment. 

[color=0072bc]"Fine you can just go to hell then! You egotistical prick."[/color] She yelled despite the fact he likely couldn't hear her, her flames spreading up the alleyway in her anger as she turned to head back towards the woods. Not even seeing the man that had followed Adam, and had been listening. As she headed home muttering to herself, and climbed back into her window. 

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Ciara let out a groan in pain as she held her head, even the sound of her sister coming into her room to check on her and bring her some tea without even knocking. It had been over a little over a week since she had met up with Adam. The egotistical jerk that she still wasn't able to get off her mind, even after he left her standing in the ally confused and unsure how she upset him this time. Three days after they parted ways the nightmares started, and the next day the mark on her arm was burning again. Part of her knew, knew what she needed to do once the burning started, but the other part of her was stubborn and angry, and glad that Adam was likely having the same problems. Because she had done nothing for him to be so cold to her.

It had gone from simple nightmares, to night terrors, to were she couldn't close her eyes without seeing something from her dreams, her arm was in pain unstopping, she was to weak to do anything. It didn't help that she was having trouble breathing. But in her mind as bad as it might have been, he deserved it. In truth Ciara was more upset that he would rather have his fiancé then deal with her.

However, now it had moved to a migraine that made her want to crawl up in a ball and burn the whole world to a crisp. She hadn't had a migraine in years, ever since she was a child learned her first power. Not that she even had control of her powers at the moment, like anytime that she felt any mental pain her powers were flaring up and acting on their. It had gotten to the part earlier this morning that Grace had told her to stay in her room until she had it under better control. 

Sitting up she felt no choice but to contact him even though she had said she would leave him alone, she needed this headache to go away. She half whispered half chanted her spell. [color=0072bc]" “With hands that cannot reach, feel my touch upon your skin. With eyes unopened let me see your peaceful face. Hear my whisper in your ear so far away, so I may hear your voice, and you mine with no one that’s near. Hear me Adam Danvers.[/color]

She closed her eyes slowly as she spoke the spell, Adam coming into focus but the blurriness got the better of her and she opened her eyes. [color=0072bc][I]"Oh god that blur hurts."[/I][/color] Her thoughts broke the silence before she even spoke and her eyes closed again to look at him. She could tellbhe was hurting just likevher just from one look. [Color=0072bc]"Adam? You're hurting too aren't you?"[/color]