Fantasy After The War (1x1 with Saffron_Majesty)

[Saffron_Majesty]

The woman weakly took hold of Anthony's hand and jumped a little at the temperature difference. Anthony tilted his head, noticing the womans cold temperature. Heat began to radiate from Anthony as he attempted to warm the woman. "You will be okay." Anthony said for the fifth time. He didn't care though. All that mattered was the woman in front of him now. "You can trust me." He said.

 

[Rayvin]

Her head nodded at his statement again as her grip started to slip. Her fingers curled to hang on and keep hold of the warmth.
“I-I’m s-sorry.” She shivered again, making the tray clink again. The weight of her arm started to pull on her grip.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Anthony stood up. "Its okay you have nothing to be sorry for." He said. "You probably need more sleep. "I'll have more food brought later." Anthony said. "Her try and lie down." Anthony suggested, helping the woman ease into a lying position by supporting her neck with one hand, his big hands surprisingly gentle. "I will stay by you." Anthony said with a soft voice. Anthony held the womans left hand with his right and her upper arm with his left and began to pulsate many times more waves of heat. It was the same temperature as before, but now the waves coated the woman, conducting much more heat than before.

 

[Rayvin]

“I don’t think I can eat.” She breathed and looked down at the tray. The beverage was gone but her stomach felt heavy and it sloshed around.

As he stepped closer and put a hand behind her neck she went stiff again. “I-I can-“ she tried to protest against his gesture. She felt bad enough she’d caused a mess.

“Pl-ease.. you don’t need to- to-“ she then felt a rise in warmth on her skin and she gave him a wide eyed expression. As wide as she could make in her state. Goosebumps rose across her skin as the heat soaked into her.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

"I'm sorry as it must feel like I am encroaching on your personal space and I am, but my primary goal is to make you well again and I will do whatever it takes." Anthony stated after the woman protested to his touch, some semblance of emotion creeping into his voice. "Tell me what you need or what you want. Besides the number one of this organization and her orders, your wish is my command. If you with to leave i will, if you wish me to stay I will, if you are hungry ill bring you food, if you are tired sleep." Anthony said with a devoted attitude.

 

[Rayvin]

As he spoke her eyes welled up again and this time tears dripped down the sides of her face. Why was he being so accommodating? Why was he being so nice? Even after what she did! She tried to resist crying but the depth and circumstances of her situation wasn’t helping. Every part of her was exhausted and she had no strength for anything. She tried to thank him but she couldn’t get the words out.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Anthony stood by while the woman cried and he didn't leave. He squeezed her hand gently and averted his poweful gaze to allow thw woman on the bed some relief. "I know its a lot, but you are my kind. There are so few of us left and I haven't encountered someone like us for five years now. Thirty years I've been on this earth and ten of those have been war torn. And now I finally find someone from my unique race. It lights a small flame in my heart. I'm so glad to have found you." Anthony said with his stony gaze, but a tear rolling down his cheek.

 

[Rayvin]

Seeing a tear on his face was surprising to her as she calmed some. The heat he was producing helped soothe her tense form. It was still unbelievable how he could do that. A part of her wondered if this was all just a dream anyway. “C-can you tell me more..”, her eyes blinked slowly now, “later?”

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Anthony wiped away his tear nodded to the woman's request. "Of course. When you are ready to speak more, just tell it to the room and the members outside will contact me. Get some rest." Anthony said withdrawing his hands. He left the chair where it was and made his way to the door of the room.

 

[Rayvin]

She swallowed and nodded before she watched him leave. “Thank you.” She managed to pipe up. It wasn’t without strain though as she started coughing afterwards. If this was real and he was being truthful, she had nothing to worry about.

Right?

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Anthony turned slightly at the door. "You're welcome. Welcome in this house. Welcome in this family. Welcome in my life." Anthony said softly, quoting what the head of the Red Regime had told him five years ago when she let him in. She had a habit of rescuing broken people and it seemed to have rubbed off on Anthony. Anthony exited the containment room and closed its door when he reached the panel.

 

[Rayvin]

Family? That word felt strange to her. She knew what he meant but they didn’t even know each other. Let alone anyone else in this place.. she recalled what he’d stated before. “Seventy stories under...”, he had to be joking.

The warmth on her skin lingered as she fell asleep again, back into a deep slumber that would keep her asleep for a few hours.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Anthony sat meditating in his quarters. His powers had grown as he'd been training them over time. Water required vast amounts of energy to boil, and he could now bring his entire tub to a boil in only a few seconds. The purpose of his meditation was control, to prevent him from overdoing his power and destroying things that he didn't want to destroy.

Anthiny sighed as he considered the possibilities of an accident. He put it aside. 'Why worry so much about something that I've thus far prevented.' Anthony thought.

 

[Rayvin]

The young woman downstairs didn’t seem to have any form of control yet. They wouldn’t be able to know the extent until some work had been done with her. It was obvious though that there were a lot of high, negative emotions right now.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Anthony had been meditating for four hours when he decided he would go visit the woman. He wasn't sure what that name would be yet but was confident that he'd figure it out. Anthony slipped into and then out of the water like usual and walked cross the marble floors to where he hung his clothes. IT was his down time so he elected to wear crimson read joggers and hoodie with the daunting emblem of the Red Regime on the back.

He made his way to the elevator and down to floor 70A. As he passed by the observation window he couldn't tell if the woman was awake or not, but it mattered little. He opened the door to the containment cell and stepped inside.

 

[Rayvin]

Through the window he could see her trying to sit up and another member of the Red Regime assisting her. Her eyes were still closed as if she'd been unpleasantly disturbed from her sleep. Her mouth formed the words 'Thank you.' as the other member set her pillows up. Her hands rubbed together nervously as she was made comfortable.

The young woman then heard the door open and she opened her eyes. Half-lidded, sunken eyes saw a red dressed figure approaching and she recognized his size before anything else. A quick glance to her side and she tried to speak to him. Her mouth formed the word but no voice came out. She was a bit baffled by this and tried clearing her throat.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Anthony approached the woman's bedside and grabbed the chair that he had left with one hand, putting it down in front the woman. Anthony leaned back in the chair, running his eyes over the raven haired woman's face. "How are you feeling?" He asked after the woman cleared her throat, carefully avoiding the woman's eye with his frozen gaze.

 

[Rayvin]

She looked like she was searching for an answer but the only response he got was crestfallen sigh. Alive? Was that a feeling? Her eyes looked to him, hoping he understood. Bruising had started to show more where patches had been on her skin and where tubing and IV's had been yanked out during her extraction. Her eyes slowly closed and nodded soon after though. She was better than before. Some of her energy had returned despite having not eaten yet. Her food tray from before was still sitting next to her. A couple of bites were missing but that was all.

Her hands slowly moved as she sat there. The other member hastily left and shut the door behind them. Her eyes fell towards her lap as her right thumb stroked her left index knuckle.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Crestfallen lonliness and being lost were something that Anthony had experienced and seen before. He was seeing it again in the woman in front if him. The cold man's heart didn't move often and it took massive amounts of emotion to do so, and it was moving now. He reached out and took one of the woman's hands in his own. "You've fallen and been down a long time, but you are still an angel, and you will rise again."

Anthony, still holding the woman's hand looked at her eyes, and there was a fleeting moment of warmth there. "I know how I can help. I want to give you a name. When you remembet what your real one is you can switch back, but for now you need definition." Anthony said squeezing the woman's hand gently.

 

[Rayvin]

The woman's hands went still as one was taken. Her hand was nearly engulfed within his which was concerning to her to a degree. This only made her more appreciative that he didn't seem to have any ill intent towards her. At least right now.. A part of her still kept this kindness and comforting words at arm's length. Her thoughts wouldn't stop with the idea of this all being a ruse.. She didn't want it to be. If what he said before was true, this would mean her freedom, right? However, if this wasn't... at least she wouldn't be a deer in the headlights.

The words that came out of his mouth next made her look up at him in absolute but pleasant bafflement. Her throat started to get a lump in it. Her previous thoughts were banished for now hearing his poetic resolution. "A name?.." Her voice having a slight squeak to it now. Her eyes glanced downwards as if in thought but they returned to his own eyes. Her face told him more than her voice ever could. There was a look of pensiveness before.. hopefulness.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Anthony could see the shift in emotions exuding from the woman's face. She obviously didn't trust him all the way and Anthony was determined to do everything he could to prove himself. For a passing second, maybe less, the corner of Anthony's mouth tugged upward only slightly.

Her face and body language before were gaunt and devoid of light, but now that Anthony had mentioned a name, energy came into the woman's face like a drop of crackling lightning. "I have an idea that I've already been thinking of." Anthony said, pulling his chair forward with his legs. "I know you might not like it, and if that's the case we can find another." There was a pause as Anthony obviously considered heavily what he was about to say. "You have beautiful gleaming dark hair and you power seems to be majorly involved with manipulating currents of air, I thought a fitting name for you would be Rayvin. Like the bird and the dark color that matches your hair." Anthony said babbling sightly.

 

[Rayvin]

Her eyes widened hearing the new name. Rayvin.. Why did it feel like it fit so well? She would have never dreamed of that name. There was a slow lean back as she thought on it. Again, with her eyes falling towards the bed her expression fell into a pensive state. Her face started to relax the more she mulled over the name before her mouth gave a weak, content smile.

There was a gentle nod as her eyes looked back up to him. Why did she feel them burning. "You didn't-" She started but a lump rose in her throat. As quickly as her shaky, free hand could, she rubbed her eye.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Anthony was relieved after a long moment of Rayvin's contemplation that she nodded and like the name. But she was obviously still very sensitive. "I didn't what?" Anthony asked, intently studying Rayvin's face looking for an answer to his question.

 

[Rayvin]

There was a hard swallow in an attempt to get the lump out of her throat. "Need to.." Her quite voice grated before stifling a cough. Did she need definition? A name to set her apart? There was a feeling that was slowly warming up in her chest, like a ... little part of that void being filled. That was all she had now. A simple name.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

"Get us a glass of water." Anthony said, his disposition switching rapidly back to the frozen wastes where they lingered. "Are you alright?" Anthony asked, his concern, emotions, and coldness all fighting for representation across his face.