TheLover
✫ Do you see right through me?
Pyrokinesis.
Y/C remembers the first time it happened, it was linked to his first memory of anger, real genuine anger, it wasn’t normal eight year old anger, like when he’d throw tantrums or when he didn’t get things he wanted, it was bullies.
They were tormenting this boy, who was smaller than all of them, they kicked him, mocked his tears, and just laughed as the boy was sobbing, too scared to do anything. That’s when Y/C couldn’t stand by and watch it anymore, he snapped, and the whole scene had went quiet. The bullies and even the boy stared at him, with wide eyes—the bullies had ran off as if their lives depended on it. The boy tripped over himself trying to run away, Y/C yelled out; “are you okay?” He tried taking a few steps forward to the now standing boy, to have a loud cry shot towards him, “Stay away from me you-you monster!” He sobbed, running off, Y/C was confused as to why he was called such a thing.
Well, that was until he looked down, and saw the flames around his small hands.
Cryokinesis.
M/C was younger when he found out, he was only four, so the memories of the incident were muddled because of the age it happened. He had gotten sick, extremely sick.
But the doctors couldn’t help him, nor could they pinpoint what was wrong with him, he just got colder, and colder, one day, his mother went to wake him and his skin was stone cold. She let out a high-pitched scream that woke up the young boy, she didn’t know wether to be happy or worried considering her son was alive, but was cold as stone. She had took him to the ER, and he honestly didn’t remember much of that how ordeal. Though at his time there, he let out a sneeze, and ice-cubes dropped to the ground, four-hear old M/C thought it was the most awesome thing ever, and the site of sneezed ice-cubes defiantly caught the eyes of curios doctors. Before he could even blink his mother was saying goodbye to him, she told him that these doctors would take care of him, he begged, screamed, and cried for her not to leave him with men he didn’t even know.
But he didn’t really have a choice, he was a child which meant he didn’t have a say in anything.
M/C had gotten better, he wasn’t sick anymore, and he thought he’d be free to go home, and he could run into his mother’s warm, waiting arms. But it turns out he couldn’t, they wouldn’t let him. Even though his sickness was cured, he kept having multiple test after test ran on him. He just wanted to go home, he wanted his mom, he wanted his dad, he wanted to feel the fur of his warm goofy dog, he wanted to be home.
For Y/C on the other hand, he was older, so they were more stricter on him, they wanted him to do the most impossible things, but he didn’t know how he did it, he just knows he was trying to stop these bullies and the flames just appeared. His mother had tried to calm him down, tell him he was a very special boy and that one day he would be able to do great things. Big mistake, honestly. Why did he have to stay in this— This overly sterilized orphanage looking place?
Over the years M/C adjusted, When he was old enough they started telling him about his powers and explaining what was happening to him with a whole bunch of words that he struggled to understand. So they decided that he’d get a roommate who would be able to help him a understand somewhat a little better. And that was when Y/C happened, he was as hot tempered as you’d expect someone with fire in their veins to be, though that could be attributed to his adolescence. Y/C’s way of explaining things was marginally different than the way of the people in lab coats who just expected M/C to know what cryokinesis was. So he sneezed out an ice cube once, didn’t mean he was an expert. But Y/C explained things in ways M/C actually understood, and Y/C felt a surge of pride and fondness whenever M/C got through a fork on his road. Over time they warmed up to each other, some nights in the dark Y/C would show the younger one the tricks he had learned. M/C finally found out how to control and manipulate his ability. It was only then that they allowed him to see his family, explaining that as young and inoffensive as a child can be, an uncontrollable power such as his could be a danger to those he loved and cared for. He had gotten a little peeved when he found out Y/C had hidden that he’d been able to visit his family. Y/C was twenty, M/C was sixteen. Y/C’s training became heavier; it wasn’t just about his powers anymore, he needed to be ready for action. His powers had become something worthy of respect and he was fast and strong. M/C’s serious training had just begun but he showed promise, agile and graceful as he was. It crossed his mind one day that they were becoming soldiers and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
Y/C had denied the whole fact when it was brought up, they were being made into heroes, and even if they were soldiers, they were made for great things, and Y/C didn’t mind having to be apart of that, M/C certainly did though.
The second time M/C had lost control was when he was eighteen, it had been years since he let himself get anywhere near the breaking point of losing control, he hadn’t been so distressed since he was a child. Y/C had made him promise not to follow him into battle, not to do any stupid things that he most defiantly would, even if he was told not to. So, of course he had a meltdown seeing Y/C’s bloodied and half conscious body, he had to be held back, his tears and screams were ignored, they wouldn’t let him run to Y/C, and even with them trying to actively calm him down they just couldn’t, and the next moment the bodies holding him were complete ice. After that he was sedated and fell to the ground, along with the ice bodies holding onto his arms, shattering into pieces.
When he had woken up again, his superior’s were kind enough to tell him when the older one had been transferred to the ICU, they weren’t too keen on letting M/C see Y/C at first, but in the end they gave in and opened the door to the room Y/C was in. Honestly, he had no idea how long he was in there for, his sulking was stopped from Y/C’s gruff voice, “Stop it.” He said, confusing the other one.
M/C looked at them, now completely awake and rubbing his eyes, “Stop, what?” He asked. “It’s cold as balls in here” Y/C responded, letting out a small laugh. He didn’t even realize it was so cold until he looked at the window covered in ice, small snowflakes forming in the corners.
Y/C yawned, “Put your hand on my head” he said, so the other one got out of the chair he was
sitting in and laid his cold hand on top
of Y/C’s warm forehead.
this, was only the beginning of their history together, there would be much more things to come.
Y/C remembers the first time it happened, it was linked to his first memory of anger, real genuine anger, it wasn’t normal eight year old anger, like when he’d throw tantrums or when he didn’t get things he wanted, it was bullies.
They were tormenting this boy, who was smaller than all of them, they kicked him, mocked his tears, and just laughed as the boy was sobbing, too scared to do anything. That’s when Y/C couldn’t stand by and watch it anymore, he snapped, and the whole scene had went quiet. The bullies and even the boy stared at him, with wide eyes—the bullies had ran off as if their lives depended on it. The boy tripped over himself trying to run away, Y/C yelled out; “are you okay?” He tried taking a few steps forward to the now standing boy, to have a loud cry shot towards him, “Stay away from me you-you monster!” He sobbed, running off, Y/C was confused as to why he was called such a thing.
Well, that was until he looked down, and saw the flames around his small hands.
Cryokinesis.
M/C was younger when he found out, he was only four, so the memories of the incident were muddled because of the age it happened. He had gotten sick, extremely sick.
But the doctors couldn’t help him, nor could they pinpoint what was wrong with him, he just got colder, and colder, one day, his mother went to wake him and his skin was stone cold. She let out a high-pitched scream that woke up the young boy, she didn’t know wether to be happy or worried considering her son was alive, but was cold as stone. She had took him to the ER, and he honestly didn’t remember much of that how ordeal. Though at his time there, he let out a sneeze, and ice-cubes dropped to the ground, four-hear old M/C thought it was the most awesome thing ever, and the site of sneezed ice-cubes defiantly caught the eyes of curios doctors. Before he could even blink his mother was saying goodbye to him, she told him that these doctors would take care of him, he begged, screamed, and cried for her not to leave him with men he didn’t even know.
But he didn’t really have a choice, he was a child which meant he didn’t have a say in anything.
M/C had gotten better, he wasn’t sick anymore, and he thought he’d be free to go home, and he could run into his mother’s warm, waiting arms. But it turns out he couldn’t, they wouldn’t let him. Even though his sickness was cured, he kept having multiple test after test ran on him. He just wanted to go home, he wanted his mom, he wanted his dad, he wanted to feel the fur of his warm goofy dog, he wanted to be home.
For Y/C on the other hand, he was older, so they were more stricter on him, they wanted him to do the most impossible things, but he didn’t know how he did it, he just knows he was trying to stop these bullies and the flames just appeared. His mother had tried to calm him down, tell him he was a very special boy and that one day he would be able to do great things. Big mistake, honestly. Why did he have to stay in this— This overly sterilized orphanage looking place?
Over the years M/C adjusted, When he was old enough they started telling him about his powers and explaining what was happening to him with a whole bunch of words that he struggled to understand. So they decided that he’d get a roommate who would be able to help him a understand somewhat a little better. And that was when Y/C happened, he was as hot tempered as you’d expect someone with fire in their veins to be, though that could be attributed to his adolescence. Y/C’s way of explaining things was marginally different than the way of the people in lab coats who just expected M/C to know what cryokinesis was. So he sneezed out an ice cube once, didn’t mean he was an expert. But Y/C explained things in ways M/C actually understood, and Y/C felt a surge of pride and fondness whenever M/C got through a fork on his road. Over time they warmed up to each other, some nights in the dark Y/C would show the younger one the tricks he had learned. M/C finally found out how to control and manipulate his ability. It was only then that they allowed him to see his family, explaining that as young and inoffensive as a child can be, an uncontrollable power such as his could be a danger to those he loved and cared for. He had gotten a little peeved when he found out Y/C had hidden that he’d been able to visit his family. Y/C was twenty, M/C was sixteen. Y/C’s training became heavier; it wasn’t just about his powers anymore, he needed to be ready for action. His powers had become something worthy of respect and he was fast and strong. M/C’s serious training had just begun but he showed promise, agile and graceful as he was. It crossed his mind one day that they were becoming soldiers and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
Y/C had denied the whole fact when it was brought up, they were being made into heroes, and even if they were soldiers, they were made for great things, and Y/C didn’t mind having to be apart of that, M/C certainly did though.
The second time M/C had lost control was when he was eighteen, it had been years since he let himself get anywhere near the breaking point of losing control, he hadn’t been so distressed since he was a child. Y/C had made him promise not to follow him into battle, not to do any stupid things that he most defiantly would, even if he was told not to. So, of course he had a meltdown seeing Y/C’s bloodied and half conscious body, he had to be held back, his tears and screams were ignored, they wouldn’t let him run to Y/C, and even with them trying to actively calm him down they just couldn’t, and the next moment the bodies holding him were complete ice. After that he was sedated and fell to the ground, along with the ice bodies holding onto his arms, shattering into pieces.
When he had woken up again, his superior’s were kind enough to tell him when the older one had been transferred to the ICU, they weren’t too keen on letting M/C see Y/C at first, but in the end they gave in and opened the door to the room Y/C was in. Honestly, he had no idea how long he was in there for, his sulking was stopped from Y/C’s gruff voice, “Stop it.” He said, confusing the other one.
M/C looked at them, now completely awake and rubbing his eyes, “Stop, what?” He asked. “It’s cold as balls in here” Y/C responded, letting out a small laugh. He didn’t even realize it was so cold until he looked at the window covered in ice, small snowflakes forming in the corners.
Y/C yawned, “Put your hand on my head” he said, so the other one got out of the chair he was
sitting in and laid his cold hand on top
of Y/C’s warm forehead.
this, was only the beginning of their history together, there would be much more things to come.
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