Lightning and Ashes (Me and Eboneaux) Ready for an E.P.I.C Fail?!

If not, well, DEAL WIFF IT!
xP
Crap-
What does Ash look like again.
Wait- you know.. there's no need to put a form xD

Check your story.

AND HECK YEAH!!

You fail first or me?

I just won't get into the looks too terribly much xP

You!
xD
We always start off with you anyways xD

She-she- but ASH starts first. pleeease?

-Sighs-

Where should they be?

Erm... How about... clearing in a forest?

Their spot?
xD

Erm... Ah... 4 months after.

Oh wait...
-_-
Yes, yes. That's right.
-Sighs-
Now, mind you, I have to do this in first person xD
Maybe...
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I walked through the forest, my hands in my pockets as I strolled alongside the creek. I smirked slightly, in thought.

(Now, you must come in xD)

((Now, I must do this in third.))

Aiyonna stroked Safrisce's neck affectionately, whispering soft words to her. The mare was quite upset, and wouldn't tell her why.
Not untill she figured it out...
Acheron.

[[This is soooo weirding me out!!! xD]]

I smirked again.
Hello, lover dearest. I said to her, in a, rather eerie, whisper.

Aiyonna fought to keep her hand from shaking. The mere thought of him could bring her to tears at times, and it was all she could do to keep herself at a violent shake. Safri snorted, balking, then started to encircle Aiyo protectively.
J-j-j-just l-leave me alone. Please, she pleaded.

I could feel her fear.
Ah, now why would I want to do that? I inquired.

((This is creepy. Just creepy.))

Because... B-because... Please, she shook even more violently. She swore she saw his eyes, felt them boring into her. She hugged the neck of the now-still Safrisce, tears soaking her grey pelt.
Please!

[[Ahaha! Now you see what I feel like? Only, Aiyo goes with my real moods. So, if I actually think I'd be angry with Ash, she is Cutthroat!Aiyo xD]]
[But, if I think I'd be scared, she kind of submits and gets all shaky and everything xP]

Her fear was like a drug, an addiction of some sort.
You know I can't, dearest Aiyonna. That would be much too hard. I whispered.

Aiyonna looked up at Acheron, who was now at the edge of the clearing.
"Please, be dreaming... be dreaming..." she whispered to herself, as he moved closer.

A smirk slid across my lips.
Not dreaming, lover dearest. It is much too real. I said.

Aiyonna looked up at him. Anger flashed across her face, tinged with fear. It was the emotion of cornered animals...
"Go away," she demanded.