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Winter's Chill
As Basiq moved further north the temperature slowly dropped, but as it
dropped degree by degree he only felt his body becoming stronger bit by
bit. Soon his feet were moving quicker, and before he knew it he was
flying inches off the ground. He didn't even notice his toes weren't
digging into the sod anymore, his legs didn't need to move anymore but
they did. Looking down he was shocked, he smiled, the air grew crisp and
cold around him. His mist icy blue like the plasma ice that glowed
bright in the embrace of sunlight. He chuckled and moved even deeper
into the north. As he did his eyes started to glow bright blue, his
pupils becoming pale and nonexistent against the glow of his irises.
Only showing how his powers were growing and coming into their own, it
was like he was hitting the djinn awakening that happened when he was
just young one. It was addictive and he couldn't stop now, never... he
was free finally. His body swirled in a dance as he giggled and laughed
in happiness for the first time in a long time. "By the lords, this is
good! So Good!"
As he spoke the words, he frozen with a panic.
His heart thumped hard in his chest, he grasped his chest with one hand,
and with his other hand he grabbed the side of his face. His bright
blues closed as a vision clawed through his mind. The tropical
temperatures around the palace had kept a secret from the young djinn.
Basiq had prognostic abilities, he never even knew he had such an
ability. Most of the djinn in the family never had it, only the dark
elements contained such power to glimpse into the future, foresee events
that haven't happened yet. Like constant waves the vision started to
unfold like a dream inside his mind.
Basiq now stood out in front
of the palace again. He was baffled and his stumbled for a moment as he
looked around. He could smell the tropical environment again around
him, he could smell the zulfiquar roses blooming in the valley just
south of the palace. The wind that swirled and would wrap around the
palace towers embraced him and he felt it blowing and ruffling his
clothing again like he never left. His blue eyes washed over the
landscape, but his eyes darted back to the palace as he felt the ground
shake. The quake was violent, and if he stood on the ground it would of
blown clear off his feet. He gasped with shock in his voice as he
watched the palace being ripped apart by forces he didn't understand.
The very fabric of all the metal the palace was made of started to break
apart like dry leaves. Frozen with fear, Basiq couldn't do anything but
stand and watch his childhood home being torn apart. The forces seemed
to be pulling the palace straight out of the earth. Then the white beast
laughing, the giant serpent dragon letting it all happen. Basiq jumped
as he saw the bright pinkish eyes glare at him. It was a light element?
But why? The beast zeroed in on him, its hot breath burned over him and
he was devoured.
Waking from his vision he screamed, but it was
gone now, nothing but the open north around him now. He shuddered and
curled up in a ball, his body loosing control of his shift and he flexed
his shape into various animal forms. A white wolverine, a white fox,
then growing smaller into a white ferret. He felt cold ice tears
slipping from his eyes as he balled himself up so tightly he almost
disappeared. First time experiencing a vision it was terrifying to him.
He didn't understand what happened to him and the confusion of it all
only made it worse. The ability to prognosticate was only a glimpse of
something that could happen, it wasn't the truth, sometimes the visions
lied and other times they spoke undeniable truth. But figuring out what
was real and what wasn't was the hard part. He finally felt air fill his
lungs again, his blue eyes opened. Now he knew why the dark elements
could be so moody sometimes, "That was really.. wow, that sucked."
He
flexed his limbs and gained control over himself, turning back into his
normal form. He floated in silence as he flexed his fingers over and
over again. Turning to look over his shoulder he looked back to the
direction of the palace. Maybe he should go back, warn everyone that
something bad was going to happen. But he couldn't, he wouldn't go back.
He had come to far and maybe the vision wouldn't happen at all. Only
the thing that bugged him the most it was the eyes of the light element,
they weren't Taznin's, they weren't Finidh's. This light element was
new, and Basiq didn't know him. Whoever it was Basiq knew this light
element wasn't a threat yet, the vision had to be so far into the future
that it wasn't anything to bother over. Okay, maybe it was his ice cold
heart telling him that, but he wasn't going to let it effect him. No he
was going to enjoy the north for as long as he wanted to.
As he
watched the southern horizon he saw something approaching. Basiq's eyes
narrowed as he looked closer, "God damn it Ronnie!" He growled, frigged
breath rolled from his lips like smoke. Ronaq was not who he wanted to
see right now, he glared and hid himself so Ronaq wouldn't see him.
Watching Ronaq coming closer and closer he felt anger flaring up inside
of him. The air grew cold around him, it branched out like fingers and
went right for Ronaq. In Basiq's anger he didn't even realize he was
causing an ice storm to rage up. The ice blew wicked and angry, it
attacked his twin with hatred and Basiq watched Ronaq start to struggle
as he flew through the air. He didn't like seeing his brother still in
flight so he thickened the icestorm even more until it was hitting Ronaq
over and over. Until finally Ronaq fell like a stone from the air and
hit the frozen ground.
Basiq's breath became harsh as it entered
his lungs, he felt himself become light headed as Ronaq's fire was
disappearing. He was killing Ronaq and for some reason killing Ronaq
felt like a part of Basiq was dying too. He stopped instantly, but the
worse had been dealt. The storm still raged, and Ronnie wasn't going to
live much longer. Appearing by his twin's side, he looked down over his
twin, seeing Ronaq was almost turning blue from the ice attacking him.
Basiq bit his lip as he couldn't believe he almost killed Ronaq, he
needed to make this right so he wrapped his twin up his arms. His powers
stopped the storm and he built up walls of ice around them, he built an
ice cave for the both of them. It sheltered his brother from the cold.
His powers created thick warm blankets and wrapped them up tightly
around Ron. He created a place for a fire in the center of the circular
shaped ice hut. He still had a lighter on him for his cigarettes, so he
collected up wood and things that would burn and lit them on fire in the
small fire pit he had made.
He hated fire, it hurt just looking
at the flames as they grew bigger and more intense. But his brother
would need it to survive, and live. He created an ice chair underneath
Ronaq's body. It grew up out of the floor of the hut, collecting Ron's
body up so it could prop him up closer to the fire. Stepping away from
the flames he retreated to the far side of the small hut, generating a
chair for himself to. And he sat, he waited.. he didn't know what else
to do for his brother so he crossed his legs, his thumbs playing
together in his lap as his icy blues watched. Finally Ronnie came to
life, Basiq breathed a bit easier as he watched Ron reach out for the
flames. It was fascinating to watch how he embraced the fire. The flames
were like a magnet and sucked up quickly into the hungry ifrit. But
soon the fire was gone, Ron so hungry just put it out again. Basiq
groaned, "Good going you idiot.. now I gotta relight it." He rolled his
eyes and moved back over to the fire pit. His lighter coming out of his
pocket again and he sparked life back into the pit.
He should of
known it was going to happen when Ron saw him, but it still surprised
him and he jumped as he felt his brother cling to him with a hug. An
icey residue grew up over his skin under his clothing, like a shell it
coated the surface of his flesh from his brother's heat. He leaned away,
his shoulder shrugging him off a bit. Ronaq's words cut at his guilt,
"Yeah well..no need to thank me. Really." He bit his lip, he would of
harmed Ron but his sibling was still just that, his sibling and his
family. As the fire grew back to its former glory again, Basiq pulled
away from Ronaq, moving to go sit away from it. They both sat in silence
for what seemed like forever, Basiq refusing to look at Ronaq even
though he felt his twins eyes on him from time to time. He closed his
eyes, breath exiting his lungs in the sound of a long sigh. It sounded
louder in the small space, which was suddenly annoying him about as much
as Ron sitting so close to him.
Finally he broke the awkward
silence he looked at Ron finally, his arms crossing in front of his
chest. "When you are feeling better, and feeling stronger I'm going to
call on Taznin. I'll have him take you back home."
Ronaq shot a look at him, Basiq felt the heat of it from the ifrit. "You'll be coming back with me, right?"
He
shook his head, "No, I'm not going back there. I'm staying up here were
its cold. Its where I belong Ron, I belong in the cold, not in the
palace like you. Besides, I was never much for palace life anyway. Its
just not me.."
"No Basiq, you belong there, you do!" Ronaq stood
up and came toward him, he almost fell out of his chair by the quickness
that Ron approached. He hoped he wasn't strong enough to surprise him
like that but he was reminded he shouldn't take things for granted.
Bas growled and stood up to face his twin, "No I don't, I belong here Ron. I feel.. I feel alive here."
"You
can feel alive anywhere Bassie, there are ways of making things work at
the palace. Dad can help you.. just I promised Taznin I'd bring you
home. And I'm going to, kicking and screaming if I have to!" Ron glared
at him, and he knew Ron was serious about the kicking and screaming
part.
Basiq puffed, his blue eyes looking away, "You couldn't if
you tried! You don't see, you don't feel what I do here. You'll never
understand Ron.. I don't expect you too." He shot an icy glare at his
brother, "Just leave me alone! Leave me be! Get out of my life Ronnie!"
He
could tell his words hurt Ronaq, he could literally see his twin's
heart breaking. Ron begged to him, "Please come back Bassie, I'm so
sorry for everything that happened. But please don't punish everyone for
my mistake. You can hate me, but you can't hate them." Ronaq's legs
were obviously still wobbly from the ice storm, he teetered for a moment
and Basiq moved forward. He reached out and put both hands on his
biceps to steady him.
He shook his head, "You're still not well
Ronaq, sit and feed off the fire a bit more before getting up and moving
around like that." He guided his brother to sit by the fire again,
placing him down in the chair he wrapped the blanket up around him
again. "And you should know, I don't hate you. I hate what you did, but I
don't hate you brother. I just.." he thought for a second, sucking at
his teeth before he felt the right words. "I need to find who I am, you
understand?" He had the chair Ron sat at turn and shift into a bed, he
created a thick wool blanket to cover it with the swirl and spin of his
djinn powers. The cold north was super charging Basiq like no other, he
never could make things this easily and this quickly before in his life.
The cold northern territory was his source of great power, it was going
to be hard for Basiq to leave it. "Lay down, sleep. We'll talk in the
morning. Night is coming and you're not going to be able to go anywhere
in the condition you're in. Be realistic Ron, you won't be able to even
drag me back let alone yourself.. so save your strength, maybe you'll
have a better shot in the morning." He joked with him, first time in a
long time. Maybe his feelings were changing, a change of heart? Just
thinking about that made him ice up again inside. He gruffly puffed when
he finally got Ron to lay down, and he saw his eyes finally close to
sleep.
The fire was tough to keep burning, Basiq never had to
deal with it before. Fire just wasn't his element of course, he never
needed it before. He enjoyed the cold dark corners in the palace. He was
more known for staying up late and sleeping in, only when the sun
started cooking in the sky did he finally pull himself out of bed.
Leaving Ron in the hut he explored the area they were in, Basiq loved
the chill in the air and he wasn't even that far north yet. He still had
miles to go until the wind, the snow and the ice dominated the
landscape. He didn't feel sleepy here, he felt wide awake, he felt alive
here. This is where he belonged, he only wished he could make Ron see
that. He collected more things to burn in the fire, leaving a good pile
of it by the hut's door.
When he stepped into the hut Basiq heard
Ron mumbling and talking in his sleep. He was saying something, but all
Basiq could make out was his own name being mumbled over and over
again. Putting more fuel to the fire he stopped and watched Ron before
he moved closer to him. His fingers were cold, he was scared to touch
his sick brother, worried his icy touch would just make Ron worse. But
he could tell Ron was sick, a fever? Only a chilled fever, whatever it
was the heat from the fire just wasn't helping Ron. Basiq didn't know
what to do, he started to blame himself for running away and then
putting Ron in this condition. "You're such an idiot, Ron." He whispered
under his breath.
Twisting his lips together in the grip on his
fingers he sat by Ron on the edge of the small bed. Basiq remembered
something their father told him, something about polar opposites being
able to balance each other out. Taznin described it as an exercise that
he and Uncle Crow would perform, Basiq had a feeling that there was more
to the so called exercise that Taznin didn't tell him, who knew what
Taznin and Crozier did behind closed doors. It was an art of repulsion
energy, an act of pushing and pulling the opposite elements back and
forth through their bodies until the balance was met. Maybe it could
work? If it could help Ron, he wouldn't feel so guilty anymore and he
could send his brother back home without worrying about him anymore.
He
sighed thinking over his options, actually there wasn't any options.
Just the one. Basiq sighed and he finally put his hand on Ron, pressing
his palm down on Ron's chest. He closed his eyes and did what Taznin
explained to him, he retreated his powers back inside of himself.
Pulling them deep down into his core and he gasped with a panic as he
felt Ron's fire pulled into him. Scared by how painful it was he pushed
Ron's fire out, pushing his ice into Ron which calmed him and he took a
deep breath as he pulled Ron's fire back. Suddenly Ron woke up and
grabbed Basiq's hand, "What are you.. what are you doing?"
Basiq
looked to him, "I'm helping you Ron, just relax." Again he pushed Ron's
fire out of himself, back into Ron. "When you feel that Ronaq.. pull
your fire deep down okay? Accept my ice inside you." Basiq tried it
again, and he felt Ron pull his fire back inside like he was told. It
caused sensations to race up and down Basiq's spine, he shuddered with a
moan as he realized this feeling was just like that dream he had. Back
and forth Ron and Bas worked their elements, like a pump the fire and
ice fought back and forth through their bodies. Of course he felt a bit
weaker, but he could tell Ron was getting stronger again. He smiled,
"Its working Ron, you feel it?"
He asked looking into Ron's eyes,
and saw his twin nod. His heart raced with intensity as he saw Ron was
looking back at him with that same feeling. Shit. Basiq gulped but he
couldn't stop the rush of their elements touching. Ronaq sat up some and
Basiq felt himself go down and before he knew it their lips touched, a
soft gentle and innocent kiss. Obviously they were both terrified by all
these new feelings, and then the mixing of old feelings. But Basiq
deepened their kiss, lips slipping against each other just felt good.
The first time Ron's heat actually felt good to him, and before he could
stop himself he straddled Ronaq. Their elements still bouncing back and
forth through each other, fighting for dominance yet at the same time
super charging the both of them.
Bluish fire mist roared around
them, their scents, their mist mixed and Basiq pulled his lips from Ron
as they both spoke at the same time, the same word. "Cool." Their lips
clashed back against each other and Basiq felt their clothing just
slipping off of their bodies. It seemed like the more skin contact they
had the better this was working. Or maybe Basiq was making up excuses
now just get naked with his twin. He felt Ron's hands wrapping up around
him, pulling their chests tighter together and Basiq broke the contact
of their lips as his head tipped back with a moan. His brother's heat
was getting so strong now, but Basiq didn't fight it this time. He
accepted Ron's fire and Ron accepted his ice. Ron said something as his
mouth crushed against Basiq's throat, sucking and kissing him there.
Whatever he said it was muffled by Basiq's skin and caused him to ask,
"What?"
"I love you Basiq." Ron spoke again.
It caused
Basiq to growl at the words, "Why?" He tilted his head forward, looking
back into Ron, "Shut up, will you!" Why did Ron have to ruin it? It was
their whole opposites again. Ron the warm gentle type, romantic and
loving. Bas was cold, bitter, his words bit sometimes harsh like the
sting of winter. "You're sucha sap Ronnie." His fingers clawed up
through Ron's hair and tugged his head back as he kissed him over,
sucking on his chin and down over his neck. It must of been something
Basiq said because Ron's fire came back with a vengeance, it covered up
over Basiq and he felt his body manipulated by Ron's hands. He panted
heavy on his brother's throat, his teeth digging into his flesh as his
brother's thickness split him open and entered him. He throbbed with an
icy flare, his body covering with frost clinging to his freckled skin
and frost attaching to the long wisps of his light brown hair.
As
Ron's heated flesh touched Basiq, a steam emerged between them. A pale
bluish steam and soon the ice bed under Ronaq was gone, now just a
melted ice puddle underneath them with their bodies hovering off the
ground. Finally letting his teeth go of Ron's skin he felt their bodies
spin. Ronaq mounted over him, Basiq's thighs coiling around his
brother's waist to hold them close together. Over come with these new
feelings, Basiq was about to explode with his climax. His twin touching
him, hot fingertips raking over his cold skin and Basiq lost everything
he had, spilling like a fountain all over himself as his body writhed
and moved against the movements of Ronaq. His mouth panting with relief
and he felt Ronaq's lips close down on his cool mouth again, kneading is
their lips together with the fire and ice kiss.
It seemed as
though morning came quickly, the next thing Basiq recalled was opening
his eyes to the Zulfiquar sunlight trickling through the ice dome of his
make shift hut. Tracing his eyes about before he looked to the sleeping
Ronaq next to him. Basiq's arm was draped over his chest, their feet
and legs tangled together. Pulling himself from Ronaq as his mind
recalled their assault on each other's elements last night. Everything
was a blur now in his head, like he was drunk on his twin's element and
last nights events slowly surfacing inside his head like trying to
remember a dream.
The main question that echoed in Basiq's mind.
Where things different now? Was his feelings about going north still
strong? Was he going to go, Or was he going to cave when Ronaq looked at
him with those red eyes. Getting up from the floor he pulled clothes on
and stepped out of the hut to feel the fresh cold air again, and breath
it in. Closing his blue eyes he called on Taznin to come and get Ronaq,
that Ronaq was hurt and needed help. He knew it wouldn't be long before
Taznin pin pointed their location and was here. Basiq didn't have much
time. He had to make a choice, and his choice was traveling further into
territory alone. With his mind he made the hut disappear, it crumbled
and fell back to the earth. Looking over his shoulder he saw Ronaq was
awake and in a rush to get dressed, he obviously thought Basiq abandoned
him.
He had a look of relief on his face when he saw Basiq, "I
thought you left, thank the lords of djinn you didn't." Though Ron
stopped as he must of sensed something in Basiq's eyes.
"I called Taznin, hes coming for you, to take you back." Basiq smirked at his twin.
Ronaq's
eyes widened, "No! Bassie, no.. I wanna come with you!" He was begging
again and he moved toward Basiq to grab him but Basiq floated away. He
was floating in the direction of north.
He shook his head,
"You're going back, you don't belong here Ronnie." As he spoke the
temperature around them dropped to negative 30, ice and snow started to
blow about. "I can't keep you safe Ronnie, I'll just end up hurting you
again."
Ronaq questioned him, "Again?"
"The storm that hit
you, that almost killed you. That was me Ronnie, I was going to kill
you. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I did it. Its better this
way." Basiq's voice was getting stirred by the icestorm flaring up
around them. It belted down upon Ronaq to slow him and hurt his fire
again.
Ronaq cried, "You don't mean that Bassie, this isn't you stop it. Last night.. what was last night Bassie?"
The
storm was madness now and pummeled Ronaq again and again, until Ronaq
fell and the storm spoke with Basiq's voice. "Last night was a mistake."
The ice and snow blinded Basiq from Ronaq, he couldn't see his twin and
he refused to let Ron see him crying. Basiq was moving quickly north,
still controlling the massive icestorm he had created as his body
shifted into a white fox and watched as Taznin came from the south with
Aarzam and saved his twin from death. He could hear Taznin crying out in
the storm for him, but he severed and cut the link between him and his
birth father. Blocking Taznin out so he couldn't be found. And the white
fox with bright blue eyes trotted north to claim his new home.
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