[@CriticalHit][@Old Amsterdam][@Raptra] [color=ed1c24]"Why am I worried.." [/color] Felix echoed Silas' words as he raised the bloodied and burned bandages on his hand again, hoping this time they would be gone. Wishful thinking rarely got you what you wanted. Balling the injured hand into a fist with a grimace brought on by pain he could feel the wound begin to bleed again. His own self hatred had caused this. Made him strike the bag long after he should have called it quits. [color=ed1c24]"It's easy to hurt yourself if you get careless. Imagine how easy it would be to hit someone else. Now.. add in the powers we all have. To make a burning pyre with a thought. How could I not be worried?"[/color] Felix felt his temper trying to bubble forward, aching to expunge the flames his stomach felt inside them. Like an inferno it stretched to every inch of his body. If not for the welcomed cold of Dia he might have begun to sweat. For now it was just a series of unpleasant internal feelings.. and a complete calm when he remembered the selfless and beautiful maiden at his side. Time would test them to see if their feelings were true or not, but Felix crushed those doubts whenever they appeared. [color=ed1c24]"The further away everyone is from me the better. But.. I've made a single exception." [/color] The urge to kiss her again came to mind but figured there was a time and a place. For now he opted to return her hug, a wordless reminder of his acceptance. They both had problems with control and maybe even a temper but with Dia wrapped around his waist it seemed inconsequential. Almost trivial.. [color=ed1c24]"A word of advice? The way we came from has pranksters,"[/color] Opting out of telling the two about the kiss, [color=ed1c24]"Find a new route."[/color] With that said and done, Felix offered a rather stiff but still seemingly respectful bow, and departed. ---------------------- Later, in the forest~! ---------------------- Felix and Dia had separated from the other group with Felix stubbornly choosing to continue the original plan of following the treeline. With all the fog it was hard to tell whether or not they were even going the right direction to win the midnight run or whatever it was called, but thoughts of winning didn't find purchase in him right now. All he felt was the cold of the air clashing with the heat of his body. Their walk had been interrupted twice now. Once by the trickster girls and then by his own misfortune in running into yet more drama. His exhaustion was mounting rapidly and finally it could be ignored no more. A large tree was his destination. [color=ed1c24]"We came out here to be alone and so far the more we walk the less alone we are. Why don't you and I just curl up beside a tree and enjoy the night. Hows that sound?" [/color] ------------------- Silas and Vera ------------------- The pathway beneath them was a winding one, sometimes curving so much around a corner that if it weren't for the fog and trees blocking your vision you would see it running right next to itself! The headmaster and the teachers, with help from the students, had put a lot of time and energy into the outlay of tonights event. Every so often the sound of something heavy rumbled through the stones below their feet. As of yet there was no sign of a break in the treeline but there was the sound of water. In fact, to the observant eye, there was water trickling down the sides of the walkway very thinly. Almost as if something had overflown and leaked out. To their right was what could only be described as a very large puddle. Out of place and calm on the surface, it shined in what little moonlight could breach the heavy fog about them to catch their eyes. Up above, obscured in the branches, was the handler. [color=00aeef]"C'mon.. just a little bit closer.."[/color] Jonathan whispered under his breath. Soon he would reveal the roadblock.