Her chuckle is light and airy, and when she glances back the reflected light of the lava isn’t the only twinkle in her eyes. The easy smile upon her lips seemed sowed into place, and yet it stayed genuine all the time. ”Okay, okay, I believe you” she replies laughing, though Amorette secretly watches how he trots to catch up.
He agrees and she nods, content with the answer. Relieved too. Even if she had been like 99,9% sure that he would agree with what she said. With Warrick’s support, Tephra could be what had been envisioned long ago.
Step by step Amore nears the mouth of the ever spitting volcano. It is bubbling gently, with soft growls to accompany it. Safe enough to dare another step closer. The heat is almost unbearable to bear, and yet the dark woman tells herself to linger just a moment longer. Warrick joins her, and like that he shows that he’s just as smitten with the volcano as herself, just as crazy too. Her eyes move to the navy span at his sides, then up to the stars and eventually she meets his gaze. ”You always were a stargazer.” Her words are a statement, a truth, not a joke or meant to be funny. ”They suit you.” And they do.
It is then that the volcano decides they’ve stand this close to the ever fire spitting mouth long enough now. Without a warning the lava is spit out more furiously. ”Autch.” Amore instantly backs away from the mouth, having as much respect for the volcano as she’s intrigued by it, but she is not quick enough to evade the lave spit in their direction.
For a moment her gaze is locked on the fire, then she quickly glances over herself, only to move on to Warrick with a worried frown. The scent of burned hair is in the air, and it wasn’t coming from alone Amore. Like her, he is marred by small spots, burn marks that left their skin sizzling. Right then and there she decides to answer Warrick’s question with deeds rather than words.
Amorette’s nose dips towards one of the spots on her knees, and on clue and caused by her will, fire burns from the small wounds. They are big enough to be uncomfortable, but not big enough to be serious. First, the fire burns brighter, and the scent of burnt flesh is in the air. She frowns at the smell of it, but is able to hold back the wince at the sharp pain. Gifts never came without consequences. A moment later she pulls back, and turns to face Warrick, all spots of lavaburn gone.
For a moment her dark gaze holds his blue one. This time she doesn’t smile, nor speak, nor joke. She allows him to process this on his own, to see the truth as she believed. Wouldn’t such a gift come from the fire goddess herself? Amore takes one step in Warrick’s direction, her muzzle outstretched to his. ”Allow me?”
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
@[Radar] <3
I really should learn how to write less lengthy replies XD