“Yeah…” the word rushed out into the air like a castaway suddenly thrown out into the street...There was a sense of falsehood about it...as though it had been uttered to suddenly cover up a kind of lie. The smirk found its way, for what seemed to be the thousandth time that night, across the assistant's countenance and, as if by some impulse, he found himself inching nearer to the other...His body slid its way along the metallic ring-of-a-seat, limbs pulling the rest of is form with unrivalled fluidity, until he was positioned mere inches away.

"You look positively frozen..." Aidyn remarked softly, tone filled to its brim with a dark sort of longing...God, his want to feel the pain of another was creeping back, and oh, what an easy target this boy was going to be now that the facade had finally been allowed to flutter away.
They were trapped together, in a sense...left alone with no one other than the stygian sky to accompany them...But he liked it that way...he liked fear and he liked closeness...and when there was no way out, what better circumstance could he possibly ask for?

The ferris wheel gave its familiar lurch downwards, and Aidyn felt a lazy smile sweep across his face as the feeling came like a wonderful weight in the pit of his stomach.

"What's wrong, hm? Tell me what's going through your mind, darling?" the assistant continued softly, tone taking on an almost intimate edge...hazel eyes still boring into the other's because he felt the need to know...felt the need to delve completely into the minds of every one of his little'subjects'...because that would always be the most subtle means of control...the method that could go thoroughly and yet so beautifully unnoticed.

The night pressed in around them like a thick blanket, a repetitive feeling that it seemed had been going on ever since he'd decided to step out among the stars...Kris's entire form was illuminated against the static background with the pulsating lights of the ride, expression one which Aidyn was still attempting to fully delve into...

“Um…I’m um…just a little scared…of the height of this thing.” the boy remarked, and he felt the smile expand again, lips pulling back to reveal glisteningly white teeth.

"But you like this ride don't you?...There's got to be something more going on in that mind of your's..." the words trailed off lightly and he inched even nearer until their thighs were quite close to brushing.
"It isn't me, is it?" he whispered harshly, lips dropping quite close to the other's ear, "We're all alone up here, you know...all alone with the stars..."

A laugh escaped Aidyn's throat at the thought as he realized that the compartment had come to an almost full stop at the highest point of the ride...What a wonderful stroke of luck they'd happened upon...The perfect chance to really mess with the firebreather...

The weight of the world continued to press in around that little compartment, drowning out all else while magnifying the sensation of being entirely alone with the firebreather...This high off of the ground, almost no sound but the pounding of blood in his system and the throb of wind as it rushed past was able to meet his ears...that and breath after breath...always breathing.

Instinctively, as though craving a bit more fear from the other...a trace more indecision, Aidyn shifted ever nearer so that his thigh was now much closer to laying atop the others', brushing with far more aggression and pressure...As though one limb would be enough to pin the boy down.

"I don't want to hear any more of your lies, darling," he returned with a slight snarl, stretching a finger out in order to run it smoothly against his companion's neck...tracing the gentle slope of heavy arteries beneath the flesh, and the thick bones that held it in place. How much pressure would it take to crack a neck like Kris'? Feel the snap of another's body beneath the pressure of his own?

The thought was enough to make his head swim with that twisted pleasure as he pushed nearer and nearer, until his countenance was a mere series of inches away from that of his little victim. Beautiful little target.