Putting the 'heat' in Miami

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[gueirafloridaman]

genesisoul‌:

Her dream started to blur and get farther away, like she was being pulled away from it. She didn’t want this to end, she wanted to stay in the warmth of his smile for so much longer. She slowly started to regain consciousness as she felt a hand start to gently rub her back and a familiar voice. Blinking slowly as they readjusted to the brightness she saw the only person she wanted to in the world. When her face saw Gueira, she couldn’t help but start to tear up again. She was just happy to see him again. Anilith was all too afraid that she wouldn’t be able to see him again. “I’m crying again. This is so stupid.” she said rubbing the few stray tears from her eyes. Taking a deep breath and starting regain herself, she sat up a bit more. “I’m just happy to see you..” she said softly. “I wasn’t waiting for you.” she told him. “I just- fell asleep here that’s all.” she lied. How could she tell him how she felt? What was there even to say? She didn’t even know if he’d even give her the time to say all the things she wanted to say. “But…why are you here? I-I didn’t think you wanted to see me…”

Awkwardly gesturing his bag, he mumbled something about work and needing to grab a few things. The painful reality that he couldn’t bare to tell her is that he really didn’t want to see her as of the moment, it was just too painful to be around Anilith right now. He’s reminded of how much of an idiotic pathetic failure he is and that she deserves more than this. More than him. Yet he can’t even grit himself into telling her the truth, not when he’s at the mercy of her tears and how much it meant to her that he was there. 

For a while, he said nothing, choosing the words in his head carefully afraid of another wave of arguments about to burst the flood gates open with one wrong move. “Let’s talk later, after you get some decent shut eye.” Gueira scratched the back of his neck, setting the bag down on the floor for a bit. This wasn’t an abscond, he will get back to the issue and if she didn’t believe in him then he wasn’t going to prove it and let her be. “If..” He sighed, picking up the bag and slinging it on his shoulder. “Nevermind.”

[gueirafloridaman]

genesisoul‌:

“Me getting hurt?” she responded full knowing that was probably a rhetorical question. She knew she acted on an impulse with little care for herself, once she actually got into the situation she realized her mistake but in that moment she thought that backing down was a worse decision than fighting. “What else was I suppose to do? Let the kid get hurt?” she mumbled as he pushed the ice pack back onto her face.  She had a small pout on her face, she knew Gueira was right, but she didn’t want to admit it. “Someone had to help! It hurt seeing them doing that to a little kid.” Her voice was sad and full of hurt, she hated seeing anyone hurt. “It’s not like I’m always getting into fights anyway. I don’t need one of those…” Anilith probably should get one just in case if she were to be on her own and she ended up in a situation like that.  Lifting her shirt over her head and tossing it to the side, truth be told there wasn’t much there but it still stung. “I’m small! I can’t help it.” she explained. Anilith barely had any muscle to her so throwing any actual punches were out of the question for her for now. “It’s a good thing that there isn’t anything there right? It means I’ve gotten better at making armor.” She was proud of that if anything else. “I’ll get stronger, just you watch! Then even you’ll be afraid of me.” she added snickering. 

Gueira rolled his eyes as he fixed up her torso area, finger tips lightly grazing the bare skin of her back. “You lucky ya got someone to patch you up for now.” He sighed, gesturing for her to face him, clicking his tongue in annoyance while he assessed the damage and what measures he’d have to do to fix it. “One day you’ll get your ass handed to you, and I ain’t bailing you out.” The mad burnish will do their best to protect most of their people in need but if it’ll cost them something too soon? The hot-head might have to postpone a lot of their plans. No telling what they’d do to Anilith if she ever did get captured and he wasn’t the type to sit around and torment himself with all of the possible outcomes.

Inching closer, the burnish tried his best to be as gentle as he could while he cleaned the wounds on her face. The distance between their faces were only inches away almost enough for their noses to touch. Although he wasn’t aware of the tension he’s creating nor was he aware that he didn’t need to be THAT CLOSE to the girl. “So you either work on your defenses or you sit back and do nothing.” He gazed at her, watching her never wavering determination burn stronger. She’d protest, she’ll promise to get stronger, and vow that he’ll be afraid of her. “Right so, punch me. Don’t hold back, little flame” The hot-head teased, letting her land a few hits on him. Some of them stung but Gueira didn’t guard himself up, instead he waited for the right moment where he’s able to grab her wrist and pin her down on the couch, placing some of his weight on her. The malice in his eyes were fierce.

“What are you gonna do now? Come on, get up.” It wouldn’t take the girl to get stronger than him to incite fear. He already was afraid, but for other reasons that his boss would fear for the rest of the burnish, and that was the image of her getting caught in a raid. The other would try, but he always managed to keep her grounded, the hold on her wrist tighten a bit “Get.Up.”

[honeleina]

Morning Coffee 😭💕🦈🦈

These are meis’s cups

[incorrect-promare-quotes]

Gueira: You know Freeze Force can be real aggressive, so it’s important to take all the necessary precautions when approaching.

Meis: [blows air horn at Vulcan's face] GET FUCKED

[promarepropaganda]

Gueira: I wish I was a hermit crab.

Gueira: Sitting in a shell all day, eating, scuttling out into a new one whenever I get too fat.

[incorrect-promare-quotes]

Gueira: I think I know a way we can make the money.

Meis: You'd make a decent stripper.

Gueira: I'd make an AMAZING stripper, but that's not what I'm talking about...

[promarepropaganda]

“On the bright side, I don’t think there’s a single crab alive that could kill me.”

— Gueira, after awakening as a Burnish

[promarepropaganda]

Meis, texting: Hi

Gueira, texting back: send dudes

Meis: You mean nudes?

Gueira: im in a fight. i need more men

[gueirafloridaman]

genesisoul‌:

Watching Gueira rummage through her cupboards for any medical supplies she had lying around, she could still feel the throbbing in her face and her sides.  Maybe she shouldn’t have gotten involved but she knew that if it were the other Burnish child they probably would’ve gotten much more hurt than she. She was lucky enough to have formed some degree of armor on her body, but that didn’t help that much.

“Sorry to make you come out all this way.” she said taking the ice bag for a moment. She knew that Gueira was a busy man with his duties but she didn’t know who else to call. Someone that could understand without getting her in trouble. She wouldn’t be able to go to any hospitals either.  “Yeah. Yeah I know.” she grumbled leaning her head back against her sofa. “I just didn’t want to see that little kid get bullied y’know?” Anilith was full aware that she wouldn’t have been able to win that fight. Not with her current knowledge in fighting, but she did what she could. “And it’s not like I could call you guys or anything.” Lifting up her shirt slightly to see the multiple bruises on her ribs and stomach. “I got hurt pretty badly.” Perhaps some of Gueira’s hot-headedness rubbed off on her. “I’m still happy that I did it though. They got out safe.”

“Yeah, but at what expense?” He huffed, going back to the kitchen and grabbing the extra medical supplies he picked up on the way there. She meant well, but what happens if she had gotten even more hurt, or worse. Lost control. That’s another burnish in the freeze force’s hands to be used at Kray’s disposal. “Look here little flame, I admire the fire. Really, I do.” Gueira teased by pushing the ice pack resting in her cheek a little harder before sitting down right in front of her to tend to Anilith’s injuries. “No offense princess, you’re doing more damage than help at this rate.” Truth often hurts, and yes those kids might have to learn the hard way of being a burnish, hell if he was there he’d try his best not to get seen or interact “That doesn’t mean you can’t help the little twerps either, embers.” The grumble in her voice made him roll his eyes, pulling out a cotton before drowning his hands in rubbing alcohol. “Well, ever heard of a rape whistle? Ow- hey watch it fire lily!” Gueira snickered a bit seeing her reaction to a suggestion of a whistle “I’m serious though, cops will flock over a dame who blows it. Not that you’re the helpless type? It makes dumb asses like them run for their lives. Fucking pervs.” After fixing her arms, the burnish gestured for her to get rid of her top all the while clarifying that “I ain’t trying to cop a feel, girly. Barely anything there anywho” He mumbled the last part that earned him a hard slap on the arm then it dawned on him as he patched her up. “That’s what you call a hit? Seriously?” The tone in his voice might sounds like he’s mocking her but it was far from it. Gueira was astonished, no wonder why she lost that fight. “Barely felt anything at all. You sure you’re doing this right with Meis, flame princess?” 

[gueirafloridaman]

Still having a major issue with editable reblogs so ughhh I just wanna get through my drafts already!

[gueirafloridaman]

Weird, my xkit isn’t working-

[gueirafloridaman]

she wants to hold hands again, but is afraid that he’d react badly. so she holds onto her new found gorilla plush friend.

“Ya know fire lily, you keep snuggling that guy over there and I might be starting to get a little bit jealous here” He joked, patting her head while they walked down the busy festival booths “Been awfully quiet and letting me do all the talking. You sure ya fine? Or is Mr. Gorri there also talking your ears off?”

[burnish-boss]

@gueirafloridaman

“I’m really sorry. I wasn’t there for you when you needed me.”  Lio Fotia sighed, taking a seat next to him as they admired the night sky of Promepolis. He took up the mantle of Mad Burnish when in fact, he was only a few years younger than Gueira is. And even with the Promare gone, even when they were living their lives separately, Lio always felt like he was responsible for what he and Meis felt. The care their boss showers them in, he could never know how much it meant to them. And yet even after having a few dark episodes here and there, where his mind wanders into places that no one is supposed to, the other felt responsible for not being able to pull him out. It wasn’t Lio’s responsibility and it shouldn’t be in the first place. “Don’t worry about me, boss. I can handle it. What about you though,”

The hot-head looked at his boss, there were little unnoticeable details about Lio’s features that were only visible up close. “I mean no offense boss, but you look like shit.”  Bags under his eyes were starting to form, and he was a lot paler than usual. Come to think of it, when was the last time the other thought about himself too? He seemed so wrapped up in everyone’s life, that when it came to his own problems, Gueira never heard anything from him. Not even a tiny complaint. A tired sigh escaped his lips, letting his gaze wander out into the city’s nightlife “Look, Gueira, I just… Just take care of yourself. Okay?”.  

“No that ain’t fair, I want to be there for you too.” Gueira interrupted, quirking a brow at Lio’s comment. “Look, you’ve always been there for us, right? And well shit, I’m bad at taking care of myself if you can already tell but..” He gave the other a small reassuring nudge, flashing him one his signature goofy smiles “How about we take care of each other, cool?”

Suddenly Lio felt vulnerable to Gueira’s perceptive gaze. Unconsciously, his gloved fingertips grazed over his lower lids when Gueira pointed out his condition. Lio feigned an affronted look in his companion’s direction, but he had looked away at the same time that Lio had attempted to meet his eyes. Even so, with his features obscured, he could still see the concerned crease in the hothead’s brows.

“Look, Gueira, I just… Just take care of yourself. Okay?”

It came out more desperate than Lio had meant, but he did not attempt to repeat himself or remove any of the emotions that permeated into his words. What had begun as a relationship formed of necessity had become that of mutual trust, and the thought of losing Gueira or Meis haunted him. 

By default, he had forfeited his position as their leader, yet the name “boss” weighed heavy on his ex-general’s tongue. It was a relic of a time barely past, but it had no authority. He may have adopted the name into their current lives, but Gueira was more than just a pawn. He was no tool to be used, but rather an extension of Lio himself. Without Gueira and Meis he never would have been able to be sitting here like this, and he certainly wouldn’t have made it any further.

His eyes remained trained on Gueira, waiting uncertainly for a response.

What he was met with was far from his expectations, though in hindsight, he should have seen it coming. Gueira was deceivingly perceptive and just as easily as Lio could read him, Lio had left himself open to Gueira’s perusal as well.

His expression was visibly shocked, changed only by the playful nudge that earned a chuckle from Lio.

In response to Gueira’s toothy grin, a gentle smile crossed Lio’s features as he closed his eyes with a content hum. “I like the sound of that,” he agreed, leaning against Gueira’s shoulder comfortably. “Thank you. Taking care of each other it is.”

[gueirafloridaman]

"First thing's first, have you eaten?" Ah yes the generic self help checklist. In theory, everyone has a checklist in their brain that reminded of the everyday menial task one has to follow in order to better themselves. Gueira’s top priority? Baths, along with other things like eat better and pick up a new hobby. So far in his checklist that was collecting dust and cobwebs, he had only picked up one and that was because it was an essential. That’s right, hobbies. Baths? Yeah, reschedule for next week. In all seriousness though, there was a checklist and even the task of taking a bath was harder than it seems when he couldn’t even bring himself to get out of bed in the morning.  Now that he was looking after his friend? There was a new list in his mind, one of which was asking if the other had eaten already. Gueira wasn’t in the mood to be gallivanting with his peers during dinner so he skipped it and spent it up here instead just admiring the view and alone time. Judging by the minutes that passed when he got up there to Lio sitting beside him, it seems to the ex-burnish that he skipped a meal as well. And that? isn’t a go for him. “Because there’s this really great place I found last week that has these huge bowls of noodles for cheap-” An offer to share a meal that maybe didn’t involve them being boss and general, although they’ve surpassed that title long ago. It didn’t hurt to push the boundary forward and heck maybe he’d be able to hear his story. Personal or not. Business or casual. Boring or exciting. Gueira wants to hear something that he’s been dying to hear ever since they met. And that was what is on his mind. His boss was looked and acted like the type to put other’s needs in before his and the hot-head wants to finally hear the side of his boss he never saw. The human side, vulnerable, raw, and real. Not just the amazing figure head they all made him out to be, but the person who didn’t have to put on a brave front. “My treat of course.”  

[gueirafloridaman]

genesisoul‌:

She slept soundly on the table albeit a bit uncomfortable since it was going to be painful for her later, she was just so exhausted that her body was getting the energy it needed. Anilith was always someone that had dreams no matter how she slept or how much she slept. And this time around, instead of nightmares they showed her the precious memories she shared with Gueira. The ones she held so close to her heart. 

No matter what he protected her. Even through all the awful things she said in her blind rages. Gueira was always there for her. Even when she was upset because of him. And she took that kindness for granted. When they had things thrown at them for being former Burnish. Gueira would always shout at them and ‘chase’ them off. While all she did was end up hurt by their words. He was there for in those situations. He was there for her when she mourned the lost off the Promare. No matter what. Gueira protected her from the harshness of the world. And now he was gone. She was left to fend for herself. No one was going to be there for her now.  If she had woken up she would have known that Gueira had returned home after having left her and her own thoughts. If she got the chance she would tell Gueira how sorry she was for being so awful. Even if didn’t take her back she wanted to apologize. She still wanted him to be a part of her life no matter what. She’d let him keep the keys to their apartment. She’d keep his things as he’d leave them so it would always still feel like home for him. She’d even buy his favorite snacks just in case he’d come back in the middle of the night when she was asleep in the room. She just wanted him to know that he would be welcomed here no matter what. 

In his spare time inside their bedroom, he had managed to pack at least a few shirts and some pants, he wasn’t moving out and of course, he wasn’t planning to stay at his... friend’s place either. But if this keeps happening, Gueira might as well bring something there for him to wear. Again, Meis and Lio would love him to stay at their old apartment with him, the feeling that he didn’t want to bother them with his baggage was the only thing stopping him.

Once he finished prepping up, he swung the door open expecting the girl to be up and about, expecting the normal silent treatment they shared in tense mornings after a night of fighting. It had been long when they woke up with smiles on their faces.

He would carry her off to the counter-top, shower her with the softest kisses he could give, brushing a strand of stray her from her face and tucking it behind her ear. The wispy giggles that escapes her lips had always set his heart fluttering along with the ghosting of her breath on his bare skin. She would be wearing his shirt, always too big on her and while he failed to make coffee, she would be the one helping him make the pancakes. And how he longed to burry his face on the crook of her neck when he hugged her from behind as she washed the dishes. Those were perfect mornings where he looked forward to waking up next to her each day.

And yet there they were after all of it. Broken and messy. The want was still there, ever present and oh so ready to dive back in but it wasn't as strong as it was before. He could resist this, and hell even walk out the door without saying anything at all. Gueira can tell her he's done and he'd leave the keys on the counter top. That small rebellious burnish side of him gurgled, staining the willpower to can't resist her. But he was mature enough to at least give her a little rub on the back, urging her to wake up and sleep on the bed. 

"Anilith, hey come on you can't sleep here."

[gueirafloridaman]

just-aina‌:

All Gueira had to do was ask, maybe steer the conversation that way.. and he’d probably figure it out. Assuming, of course, that her name was familiar for the same reasons Aina was worried over. Her sister. Yet, Aina wasn’t thinking about her right now–too focused on Gueira. On this weirdness. Progress, maybe. As Gueira finally began filling the silence again, she shook her head, ponytail swaying gently. “I appreciate that, but… you don’t need to apologise to me. I took this job knowing the risks, and while professionally you were very irritating, I don’t think it was personal.”

She knew the difference! She knew carrying grudges wasn’t helpful. Even still, it was difficult to parse sometimes–to contain the wildfire of professional disapproval and desire to lecture. They didn’t need that. He didn’t need a full presentation on the merits of fire safety or on the trauma that came with surviving the blazes Mad Burnish were known for. It wasn’t always about life or death, and Aina realised something. She had the privilege of letting go, so she was trying. She was learning.

“–so, yeah, we’re cool.”

Great! Things are going great so far. Maybe the two of them could forget the weird awkwardness that ensued only minutes ago? Eh, doubt it. A memory like this would go down in history as one Gueira’s dumbest interactions accompanied by the constant replays on each random night he’d allow his mind to wander off into various thoughts. “I was serious about the Jazz part.” He opened up casually once the awkward silence had set in again. The enthusiasm and lightness in his voice when he mentioned that was evident. Gueira loves nothing more than Jazz and it’s classiness. “Wanted to learn about it when I was little and heck maybe I might’ve even master the sax too.” But then the mutation happened and all of that depressing stuff you’re not suppose to talk about when you first meet someone. Gosh, why can’t interactions like these have a pop up option where he can choose the right things to say? Nevermind that he got the idea from a few kids mentioning something about a friendship simulator, the mere thought of having topics to pick from should be a tech the world needs to develop in the future- and his mind was rambling again mid conversation, FOCUS GUEIRA. So he cleared his throat, and asked her “How about you, got anything going on with music?”

[genesisoul]

@gueirafloridaman said  “That’s gonna leave a bruise…” It wasn’t often if ever that the little Burnish was caught in the middle of a fight or was even involved in a fight. However today was that day. Anilith noticed a pair of individuals bullying a Burnish child. Calling them names and bullying them for their spending money.  She stepped into the group and told them to leave them alone. The bullies laughed and asked her what she was going to do about it, and she stood up a bit straighter and pushed the other back into their friends. She knew she was going to regret that decision.  “You’re going to get it now.” the other said. Anilith quickly ushered the little Burnish away to make sure they didn’t have to get any more hurt than they already have. Turning around she was met with a very hard punch to the face. Although it wasn’t enough to knock her off her feet, she stumbled quickly and rubbed the area where he had hit her.  She knew she couldn’t use her abilities. She couldn’t risk her safety either. Lucky for her, she was only fighting the groups ‘boss.’ She had to remember the things she learned from Meis during their sparring. Still unfortunately she lost to the other. She expected so much so, her face was battered but didn’t start bruising yet. The group had laughed themselves after laughing at her and kicking her a few more times. Grumbling she sat back up and got on her feet. Every time she inhaled she could feel a sharp pain in her side. Hobbling back to her apartment and sitting down onto her couch, she sighed and called the only person that she could trust. Once he arrived she waved from the couch with a very battered looking face. “Did you bring the things I asked for?” she said softly before wincing. Damn it. Even talking hurts. Gueira handed her the bag of ice she asked for. Holding the ice to her face, She relished in how it relieved the pain in her face.  Sitting down next to her he leaned back and looked at her, “You know, that’s gonna leave a bruise, right?…”

[gueirafloridaman]

Anilith is a kid, in his eyes anyway. The two had only known each other for months, only interaction here and there were emergency groceries and odd rendezvous to check up how the Burnishes are doing in Promepolis. Other than that, he;d taught her some of the tricks he learned while he was mastering his powers. This included armor building, his strong point. Self-defense was Meis’s job due to the fact that Gueira only knows how to teach kids boxing. It was a day like any other for the hot-head, busy roaming around the streets undetected when his phone bleeped an unfamiliar tune. Or rather, a tune rarely heard. He snorted, rolling his eyes as he typed out to his partner the details once he skimmed through the first text received. Looks like little calcifer got into a fight. Gueira hadn’t even moved from his spot when he received an immediate reply Don’t go looking for trouble Gueira, remember about laying low?. He groaned, taking the time to duck into an alley way and tap out a quick response I ain’t gonna look for the shit heads who did that. Not that dumb, cut me some slack here. Another ding came from his phone, this time he ignored it, knowing all to well what the other might’ve replied. There was a shortcut to her place he knew of and with a paper bag in hand, he slipped into her apartment with ease. With or without needing a key of course. Scouring the cupboards, he grinned at the sight of a first aid kit and set it down on the counter top. Once he heard the door open, the burnish made sure to press the ice pack up against her face “You know, that’s gonna leave a bruise, right?”

[gueirafloridaman]

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