Oryn found it first - so there!

[Flyte Vance]

'Gah! I am NOT cute!' Flyte pulled a face, 'I can be as hardcore as any Syltherin girl! I am totally evil and stuff!'

She grinned at him and thought of her own question.

'If you could have one moment with anyone what would it be and who with?'

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn stopped, floating quietly for a moment, as he considered this. His expression was unreadable.

For a moment, he considered telling her that it would be something with her, very sweet, very cute. But unfortunately, there was the problem that he'd given his word that he'd never lie to her, and there was one an possibility that definitely rose to the front of his mind.

"It would be with my father," he answered.

[Flyte Vance]

The chill in Oryn's words was obvious and Flyte stopped dead where she was. She had half-expected him to say something cute but had really hoped he would surprise her.

He had.

Something in the way he said those words made Flyte stay exactly where she was, as if waiting for violence, for the first time she was afraid to move towards him.

Am I scared of him hurting me? she wondered to herself for the first time. No. I am scared of what he will do to himself... Flyte waited for the Implosion.

[Oryn Vance]

There was no violence. In fact, there was no further reaction from Oryn at all. He couldn't answer further than that, partly because he wasn't sure what that moment would entail, and partly because he knew that he didn't want to admit it out loud to Flyte.

He shook his head, pushing the dark thoughts, full of spite and fear, out of his mind, and noticed the effect this had had on Flyte. He winced inwardly. "I'm sorry... I thought I had better control of myself than that," he said quietly.

[Flyte Vance]

She could tell by his eyes that he meant it. She could still feel the chill ache in her bones from his words. She was glad she couldn't see inside his head, this hurt enough from the outside of it - she really didn't want to be inside it.

Silently she let her face soften to show that she only cared for how he was feeling and extended her arms to him.

[Oryn Vance]

"I don't need pity," he said quietly, though not abrasively. "I'm... not going to do something stupid like storm away or tell you to stop, but... I don't." And that much was likely true. Whether or not he wanted sympathy was another matter, but he wasn't seeking it in what he'd confessed. Nevertheless, as she held her arms out to him, he pulled her into his.

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte wrapped herself around him, holding him against her. She kissed him tenderly and then ran her thumb across his brow.
'I'm not going to insult you by thinking that you need me to save you, I just want to here for you. If that's okay..' her voice was soft and quiet. She meant what she said.

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn smiled a little. "Yes... that's okay," he answered.

She understood. That was good. Oddly, he got the feeling that she understood quite a bit about him, even without feeling what he felt inside her own head. Perhaps that was why he didn't mind lying with her at night without trying to do anything; While he'd had to be strong constantly with other women, with her he could be scared, and it wouldn't matter.

[Flyte Vance]

'Good' she smiled at him and kissed the end of his nose.

'I am glad we weren't touching then,' she laughed. 'that one would have knocked me unconcious I am sure of it.' She tried to lighten the mood with the words but was scared he would think she was belittling his pain. She winced at her own seeming callousness.

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn winced, too. "I... didn't know that it worked like that," he said. "I'll have to be more careful about that," he added. He was glad that she wasn't pressing the 'why' issue right now. He wouldn't fool himself into thinking that she never would, but it might be a subject better breached once he had enough time to prepare himself for it.

[Flyte Vance]

'It doesn't always, I mostly block myself against that sort of interference.' she explained with a smiled, 'There was once though, with Jurrell, the unexpected intensity of his pain and anger, it hurt me like physical blows - dropped me to the ground. I should have known a snowstorm in summer was not natural.'

She smiled at him, running her hands across his back as she held onto him.

'You never need to be careful around me, silly billy, no matter what - ever. I can handle it - I am tougher than I look.'

[Oryn Vance]

"Well, I wouldn't say that I'm 'wracked with such intense pain and hurt' or any rubbish like that, but... that just seemed to catch me off guard a bit," Oryn said. Then he smiled, his arms wrapped around her slender frame. "And yes, I know. Beneath the cute and fluffy exterior lurks a spirit made of iron. And stone. With spikes. And razorblades," he teased.

[Flyte Vance]

'Oh don't forget the brass knuckles and barb wire..' she giggled at the thought. 'I told you before I am quite able to be mean and nasty. It just sucks a little bit more when you can feel how you are making someone feel.'

Flyte sat quietly in thought for a moment thinking about her own parents and how they would do anything at all for her, she didn't know much about Oryn's but she figured they were polar opposites. Strange that two kids like them would wind up together - though maybe not so strange. She knew how to give unconditionally and he needed to feel that.

'My parents are a bit... different. They are sweet, fussy and kind of knitting and socks by the fire place-ish..'

[Oryn Vance]

It was a very gentle probing. Oryn appreciated the subtlety of it, and the fact that she hadn't actually asked him for an answer and put him on the spot.

In all honesty, he didn't know how to take her description of her parents. 'Different' didn't even begin to tell the story for him. They did seem like night and day to his parents. While he'd known that there were people or families like that, given the friends his father had, he'd had a hard time picturing them, or what life would be like in such a family. Honestly, he still couldn't imagine what life would be like in such a family.

"My parents and I... we keep out of each other's way these days," he said, keeping his feelings subdued, if not controlled. It was the truth... even when he'd been home for the summer these past few years, he rarely spent time with his parents. They worked at the ministry, and often worked odd hours, so he usually managed to eat before they'd come home, so that he didn't even have to spend meal times with them.

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte nodded at his words, she could only imagine from his words and the emotions the sort of relationship that Oryn had with his parents, that was enough to tell her what she needed to know.

'My parents are coming to visit soon... they want to make sure that I am settled in okay. They wanted to come out with me but the ship took so long they couldn't justify the time off work. They will probably fly..' She imagined her parents here at Hogwarts, she knew her father had come here many millions of years ago but couldn't imagine that he had made a lot of an impression.