Glass vs. Ice (Eirik/Iceland)

[myrddin]

It was raining. The welsh boy listened to the pitter-patter on the old shed rooftop, it was extra cold today, the Welshman grinned, his internal heat source usually kept him warm, unless he was sick. He picked up his blowpipe, from off the decaying bench. It was nice and quiet, peaceful. No one came here, they all thought the place was haunted, so a few years back, Robyn had turned this old caretakers shed into a glassblowing studio, he came here to relax. And today he badly needed it.

His roommates had all gotten themselves in serious trouble, one blowing a huge whole in the wall, the size of a small car. Not to mention he blow up Robyn's bed. Maybe the welsh boy shouldn't have place hot glass in his shoes, or hid all his pencils, replacing them with glass ones that warped around his fingers. But the boy had been a bully, so it wasn't like he didn't deserve Robyn's pranks. Anyway, as a result, he'd been transferred to a new room, great. Cymru chimed a long low steady tune, his purr and wrapped his body around his human's neck, trying to keep him from flying off the handle, like he had with that particular student.

Robyn placed the pipe in his mouth and dipped it into his gather. He then placed it into the furnace, took it out and blew, creating a small molten glass bubble at the end. Robyn continued to blow, using his power and the furnace, to gradually change the shape and colour of the glass bubble, as well as keep it's core temperature stable. He was staying simple today, this now blue bubble would soon be a blue bottle to hide his liqueur, the explosive student blew up his old red one.

His whole world right now was the glass and the pipe, nothing else mattered, one mistake could be dangerous, at least for a normal person. Robyn let out another long... steady...breath.

[gewls]

On most occasions, Eirik didn’t mind the rain. The soft pitter-patter against the window was actually quite comforting when he was reading alone or studying in his dorm, like someone tapping on his shoulder to show he wasn’t alone in solitary confinement; a simple pleasure of his. Of course, when he was outside and thunder and lightning decided to accompany it, it was not the most pleasurable of experiences. When he was in the middle of such a storm, he actually loathed the rain and all its cold-to-the-point-of-stinging-needles glory.

He was running, not knowing where he was going, looking for only some sort of shelter to hide from the offender coming down on him. Where was there to go? He had gone into the forest trying to find his way to the waterfalls but…really? The storm had to come just then? A few wrong turns, not a distinct path in sight, of course he had gotten lost! But last time he heard, there was a building in the forest, wasn’t there? That chateau or whatever that people loved to visit in search of “ghosts” or whatever. Eirik could care less if there were any ghosts, wanting more than anything just to escape the daggers falling from above.

The temperature of the rain wasn’t a problem—uncomfortable, yes, but withstand-able. Mainly, it was the feeling it gave once freezing—again, temperature was find, it was the actual texture and feel of it—and bouncing off or piercing into his skin. He’d much rather be anywhere else but the outdoors at this point, praying and wishing for some sort of salvation from the near agonizing hail pounding his body.

Lo and behold, aforementioned chateau was in sight, standing tall above the trees. A wave of relief rushed through him, quickly disappearing though once having reached the door only to find it was locked. Locked, of all things, at a time like this! Students were probably inside looking for ghosts or trying to spook each other out again, he assumed, moving swiftly along the side of the settlement to find another means of housing. Surely with a place like this there was bound to be some sort of warehouse…maybe a cellar? Creepy, dangerous, or what, it didn’t really matter as long as he could begin drying himself off and take shelter from the treacherous rain.

Fortunately, a small shed seemed to be hidden away to the side of the chateau, heaven having opened and brought it down to him. Stepping towards it, Eirik felt something alluring glide over his skin.

Warmth.

It seemed a river of heat was bursting from the tiny shack, doing all it could to grab Eirik’s interest. It did its job well, as he approached it quickly without a care of why it was there, who was inside, or what purpose it had for being on the ground it was seated upon. It didn’t matter; all that really did matter was that oh-so luscious warmth that beckoned him further. The door was cracked open, thus easily infiltrated by the albino who was fast to make himself at home in the oven-like shed.

All senses besides his being able to feel were cut off, only registering the heat soaking in through the pores of his frozen skin. It was nice, the rare feeling that most people took for granted, never knowing what you have until it’s gone. How Eirik would almost anything to simply bask in that glorious warmth for eternity, forgetting everything like troublesome students, difficult schoolwork…

The man he had just bumped into.

Turning around with a start, the rest of his senses flooded back into him. Eirik only then noticed the glass studio he had waltzed right into and the man sitting there with a tube in his mouth and glass on the other end…glass not being fully dried.

Oops.

Eirik stumbled back, watching the man for a moment in bewilderment. Had he really…lost himself so terribly in his own thoughts that he would not even notice the presence of someone else? Although, he seemed to be doing it a lot these days… Quietly back and watching, Eirik feared for the brunette man’s reaction to his small but meaningful accident.

[myrddin]

Something had bumped into him, no... someone. The red head took a sudden intake of breath, which was ultimately a very bad idea. The bane of every glassblower was to breath in pieces of the molten glass they had been blowing. A glob of glass slid down the blowpipe and down the welsh boy's throat.

Hot..HOT! HOT HOT HOT!! Robyn fell of his stool clutching his throat making choking noises. Cach! Cach! Robyn swore to himself. This was just great. While molten glass couldn't exactly seriously hurt Robyn, that didn't mean it didn't bloody hurt like hell when stuck in his throat. He couldn't even remember the last time this had happened. What twpsyn had decided to bump into him like this? No one else was supposed to be here! The now angry welsh boy turned to glare at the intruder. It was another boy, with white hair, and he was kinda short. But then compared to the six foot plus Robyn, everyone was kinda short. He wanted to yell and swear his head of at this boy but first he needed to get the glass out of his throat.

Robyn placed his hand against his throat, calling the glass to the side and slid his hand up his neck until the boiling hot glass was on his tongue. That was the worst bit. The glass flew to his open palm, where Robyn placed it with the rest of his gather and his now ruined bottle. He raised his hand, another glass bottle, this one clear, decorated with clear raised waves and clouds. The welsh boy downed the water inside it and coughed a few times, before raising his hands, glass shards flew around him surrounding him. "Ye bloody twpsyn!! What sort of kid feels the need to knock a glass blower over?! Are ye mad or do ye not care how dangerous that is!?" Cymru chimed a disapproving note, he hated it when his human got mad. "If ye don't pisho bant right now, ye dont wanna know what happens next." He wouldn't really hurt the boy, unless he mad him even madder, Robyn would just scare the boy.. maybe maim him a little if he didn't leave him the hell alone.


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Pisho bant: P*ss Off
Twpsyn: Idiot
Cach: Sh*t

[gewls]

The warmth of the room had disappeared, a cold atmosphere surfacing instead. Glass blower? Here? In the absolute middle of no where? Well, it would be a nice place to hide but…maybe put up a sign? Block the door? Something to keep people out? Actually, Eirik was a bit relieved he hadn’t kept people away, having found the warmth a well welcomed surprise. Even so, he could easily go without the flaming red head he had knocked over… Still, now with the sudden temperature changed (which was probably just his imagination), there was no real reason for him to stay any longer.

“I-I…it was an accident, I didn’t know anyone was in here…” he trailed off, averting his eyes from the man to instead look over all the glass bottles and trinkets in the room. He really was a glass blower…Eirik wouldn’t be surprised if that itself was his ability; people didn’t put so much effort into hobbies here unless it involved their powers. “Although…you could’ve put something on the door to keep people out…no one probably knows about this, things like this are bound to happen like that,” A scowl found its place on his face as he continued, regaining his arrogant air to him. “It was inevitable mistakes would happen if no one knew what was in here, you know. Maybe you could’ve blocked the entrance? Surely you could’ve done something.” He turned his head away, lifting his nose to the ceiling. “I can’t really take full blame for accidentally bumping into someone who I didn’t know was here in the first place.”

Of course it wasn’t completely his fault! If that man had put something up…made some sort of notice that he was there, or just closed the door even…was it that hard? Anyone else would have bumped into him as well, it wasn’t Eirik in particular at fault. Anyone would have done the same! An apology wasn’t needed, nope, not one bit. If he wanted an apology, then he would-well, actually, Eirik was pretty sure he wouldn’t give him a “sorry” no matter what; it wasn’t needed. If anyone should be sorry, it should be…whoever the hell he was in the room with in the first place.

…he was a man…right?

His voice sure did sound deep and…manly, but his appearance didn’t really help much. No, no, he seemed pretty tall…very tall…and had a masculine figure on him but…neck up, it was hard to tell for Eirik. His face sure did look pretty, almost—dare he say—feminine. His hair didn’t help one bit, either, being so long and…well kept, it seemed. He was a guy, right? Eirik shook his head of the thought. Of course he was a ma, of course, what was he thinking?

…still, those were some pretty glass structures…

Would a guy really be blowing glass…? Well, yeah, men blow glass for a living in some places, but as a hobby? As a power even? That seemed just a tiny bit…ironic, for a man seeming so well built to…make glass. It was a shame, as Eirik could see him as having something more useful, maybe like fire or strength or something…cooler than glass. Then again, who was he to talk, having ice? Although ice suited him, being the pale albino he was with such a harsh attitude…so what did this guy have anything to do with glass?

The Icelandic crossed his arms over his chest, glaring over at the red head with piercing eyes. A strange man indeed…but weren’t they all a bit strange there? They all were, no two people alike, all seeming to have their own…uniqueness about them… But that didn’t mean Eirik was about to give in any time soon.

[myrddin]

Robyn gritted his teeth, this kid was beginning to piss him off. A glass orb and the windows on the shed began to shake. "Look, I dwmbo who ye think ya are, bewt, but huck up! Ye bumped in ta me! I don;t care if it was a bloody accident, ye shoulda looked where ya were going!" He glared at the albino, towering over him. "Yer should at least say sorry, twp" Robyn crossed his own arms, looming over the white haired boy

"No one ever comes 'ere, they all think its haunted, so why should I have ta put up a bloody sign?! Ya think ya can just come 'ere chopsing at me like ye own the bloody place?!" He narrowed his eyes getting angrier by the minute. "Why don't ye turn 'round and mule on outta 'ere bewt?!" Honestly, who did the bloody bewt thing he was? Didn't he have eyes in his head, did he even have a brain? What sort of twp boyo came muling into a strange building, without even looking where he was bloody going, then not even apologise for bumping into someone, and making them swallow molten glass?! This albino kid must be real dull.

Robyn brushed a stray, red strand and pushed it back behind his ear, then pointed to the door. "The door's behind ya boyo, don't let it hit yer arse on the way out, then again, maybe it would knock some bloody sense in yer head" He gave a twisted grin, his eyes still angry.

[gewls]

Eirik felt a bit of molten anger bubble in his stomach, crawling up his throat until it would be forced to slip out his mouth. Was this guy serious? He was, wasn’t he? An accident’s an accident, no matter what he has to say about it! “How am I supposed to look where I’m going when it’s so dark in here for all but this one room? I was looking around for some sort of exit, just wandering around!” he lied, knowing that the red head couldn’t possibly catch that though. Exit? Why would he need an exit when he had this…this sanctuary of heat to bask in? It was too wonderful and rare for him to give up, he would never want to leave, given the opportunity!

The albino crossed his arms, glowering darkly at the man standing over him. “Last time I checked you didn’t own this place either. I’m pretty sure it’s against any and all rules to have this nice little station set up here on school property, don’t you think? I could just so easily let the secret slip…” A small smirked slithered its way across his face, only increasing the cocky and arrogant air around him. How he loved to have the upper hand in arguments… How he loved to be in control, at that! With this, he could probably bend that giant at his will…maybe a manslave? A man-slave sure sounded nice right about now…

…or maybe it wouldn’t turn out so leisurely… Maybe he would go into a fit and nearly kill Eirik, or maybe he would kill him, injure severely, lock him up so he can’t tell anyone… Eirik quickly shook off the thought; those criminal investigation shows had done his mind wrong once again. But if it was like that, didn’t it just mean Eirik was that inevitable first victim? The one whose body is found within the first five minutes of the show and then has his entire past looked into for some sort of suspect? Or even, maybe he was that last semi-victim at the end of the show that they end up saving in the end! The one who is able to escape and tell the police about the other bodies he found in the shed?

…dammit he had to stop watching those.

It was an impossible thought to entertain, really; Eirik knew that worse comes to worst, he could always use his own powers to his advantage and make some great escape. Times like these he was grateful for his powers that could quickly block a doorway with a sheet of ice behind him as he ran away, or just freeze the opponent himself. But would that work with opposite powers? Well…the guy blew glass, glass requiring heat and…he could probably melt it, couldn’t he? Eirik really knew how to pick fights with opposing superpowers, didn’t he?

As he continued to speak, Eirik’s glare only heightened in intensity. How absolutely rude! For just an accident he acted like this? Wonder what he does when it’s on purpose, Eirik thought mischievously. He hadn’t felt this devious since he just learned of his powers in childhood… He took on step back, turning his body with side facing the other, and stuck out his hand, a shard of ice accumulating in his palm and flying out to just barely brush the side of the redhead’s neck, but not doing any damage as it hit the wall behind him.

“You’re not being very courteous, you know,” he reprimanded as pieces of sharp horn-like ice formed around his fingertips, still extended. “It was just an accident, and I don’t plan on taking that as it is. How about, if you apologize for being so impolite, then,” his voice seethed with held back rage and sarcasm, hinted by the patch of ice freezing the ground between them, “maybe I’ll say sorry for accidentally bumping into you.”

[myrddin]

Stupid twpsyn, why couldn't he mind his own business? Though Robyn. This is my place, I do have permission...sort of. But thats not the point?! Where does he get off talking to me like this?! Robyn fumed, he had an urge to yell some more at this boy but wondered would it even get through to him, small as he was he didn't look like one who would back away from a fight.

"For yer information, boyo" He spat out the last word with contempt. "I do have permission, not that its any of yer business anyway. I needed a quiet place ta work and this is it, so kindly huck up and butt out of things that ain't any of yer business, accident or not, ya still shoulda been more careful" He glared at the other. Robyn huffed, a glass vase jittering on the rack. He had to calm down or the glass could get damaged, even though he could repair it with his abilities, it sorta seemed like cheating. He loved glass blowing and often used his powers at a minimum when making them, unless it was a special piece.

"If yer polite, Ill be polite boyo, it's as simple as that. However if ya continue being twpsyn then i'll treat ya like one" He glared at him again, before sitting back down, patting the scared glass dragon resting on the cooling rack. Robyn turned so he could pet the dragon and look at the boy at the same time. "Wot were ya shiverin' fer anyway? It ain't that cold outside boyo" He had noticed it when Robyn had pulled his warmth more inwards and blocked the fire.

[gewls]

Eirik was somewhat sure that he had come off rudely at first. So, maybe he didn't have the best reasons for arguing with the man, but that didn't mean much now, did it? At the moment he was simply upset with him for his arrogant attitude, loud mouth, self confidence and...a number of other things that would probably only provoke his current anger further to think about. It was times like these that he would try his best to think the situation through, maybe calm down a bit, but it was also widely known that Eirik wasn't the best at tasks like these.

"Oh? Well, that doesn't help the fact you hadn't put any sort of notice on the door or school board. Anyone could easily stumbling in here! And you just have to fix it yourself, it's nothing I could help!" Had he not have the power he has now, his face would most likely be red beyond belief in anger at the moment. His entire body would be hot all over from rage, anyone would be able to tell he was irate. It would probably help out now, show a little bit more firmly just how enraged the other had made him.

Sadly, he had the power he does. Instead, he was only growing colder, his skin like that of a frozen stone. Eirik was sure that of anyone were to throw an actual rock at him, he wouldn't be able to feel it through the layers of ice built up beneath his skin acting as a protective shield. That, or he may even shatter, something he himself was still not positive on. Still, it wasn't something he planned on sticking around to find out, not that he was really in any position to even think about "trivial" things like that.

"You speak as if you've never made a mistake," he grumbled beneath his breath, head lowered as to not have to look at the man he was speaking to. "Mistakes are bound to happen. You can't say you've never run into someone accidentally! Not to mention it wouldn't have happened if you had put some sort of notice somewhere!" It seemed now they were merely repeating what they had already said before, a conversation going no where at all. If it escalated any more than what it was at, Eirik could easily foresee some fighting taking place in the small shack, despite his loathing of physical exertion.

"Unlike some here, I am being perfectly well mannered. Unlike some, I am not spouting out insults in...whatever foreign language you may be calling out." Eirik was rather proud of him, for once being able to bite back a few choice words. He could, however, feel some of the cold water lingering just below his skin begin to rise, miniscule bits of frost accumulating on the top tips of his cheekbones. How the fire light hit him, it seemed only to give his features a near sparkling, orange glaze cast over his skin. If one was to look closely, though, they may or may not be able to distinguish the small crystals of ice that shone in the innermost center of the plates of frost.

As the red headed male made his last comment, the Icelandic felt his eyes widen just a fraction before narrowing at him in a bewilderment glare. "It's freezing outside! Though, not that I would really be one to be able to distinguish a difference between any normal temperature and my own body temperature..." Deciding it would be best to show him just what he meant, Eirik brought a hand to his mouth to take hold of one of the tips of his glove fingers between his teeth, pulling the glove off to reveal a pale hand with similar texture to that of his cheeks. With his arm out, palm up, Eirik concentrated the ice inside the core of his body onto the face of his hand, three large crystals of frozen water springing up from the center of his hand.

Similarly cold violet eyes refused to leave the face of the man, waiting to see his reaction. It was almost ironic, completely ironic, having two men with such exact yet such opposite powers together. One of them was left with cold, frozen ice that left him chilled to the bone, the other having molten material of a similar structure.