With flame-like hair, a contrast of piercing blue eyes with a conniving smirk to match there was only one person that could fit the description. "Yael..." He whispered under his breath feeling even more uncomfortable and more paranoid than he had only a moment before. Suspicions were correct. Although it wouldn't matter outside of this moment, Synyster did not like being correct. Another thing he didn't like was being called 'Syn'. He was not a violent person but hearing himself being addressed like that was getting annoying. One year. One year of putting up with the nickname. One year of putting up with extra paranoia. One year of fighting fire with icy powers of his soul. One year. The entire time that Yael had been speaking, and snooping through Synyster's self, he remained quiet. She may be around, but at least he could keep the silence to himself.

Finally she noticed the pack of cigarettes that Synyster had kept in his jeans. Most people would find it weird that a girl was digging in some boy's jeans, even if it was just to grab a pack of cigarettes, but Synyster was the type of boy that seemed oblivious to everything, though he was very conscious. He watched her effortlessly flick her fingers to light her cigarette, and then looked away as she placed his cigarettes back into his pants. Once she lifted her hands away from him, he turned back to face her. It was silent momentarily with eyes glowing into each other. Finally Synyster let his gaze drop and sighed, scratching at the back of his head. "You shouldn't do that in public," he said quietly in case anyone was listening in. At the thought of someone listening, he quickly took a look around the area. It appeared to be empty except for himself and Yael.

Typical Synyster kept his place as if he was frozen to the ground. Although "he was ice" he felt a burning inside of him, almost like a frost bite taking hold of him. The sarcasm, the ignorance that his sister portrayed was one of the most annoying things that he had ever witnessed in his life. He could not even harbor the thoughts of being able to act or do as Yael did and does. There was not much that captured the attention of Synyster unless it was the great beauty of something... amazing. But for some reason Yael always had his attention. It was like he needed to Freeze his eyes on her every movement like a body guard. But like a body guard that wanted to hit her over the head with a blunt object just to make her shut up.

He was hesitant, but once he looked over his shoulder and around the rest of him, he decided it would be safe to say something. "People around here don't know about us, we need to keep it a secret, whether there was a restriction on powers or not." He looked on at her blankly but inside of him was flustered and slowly cracking knuckles with anger. It was annoying how on top of everything, Yael had to be completely calm about it. He knew she would probably be the one to expose them all and put them in danger. She was so careless with her powers. If she chose to kill someone with her powers she would expose them all for sure, especially if that person somehow made it through. "Thats the stupidest idea you have ever thought of," Synyster looked at her and couldn't help but turn away, for once not because he was paranoid. For a moment he set his hand on his face, stretching it because he felt so uncomfortable. Finally he decided to face his sister again where she began to offer him a smoke. He just shook his head and looked down at the ground. At least it was spring and almost summer, because if it had been winter, Synyster would have had a lot of explaining why there was a strip of melted snow, where Yael would have stepped.

There were many movies or television shows that used a reference of twin telepathy. Twins somehow understood each other, how they were feeling, why they felt that way, and the best way of making them feel better. Even when they had a polar effect they were supposed to get along in some way or another. Its a good thing the media portrayed things about as correct as the American government. Which was not at all. Or else Lunar Academy would have been found out a long time ago. That and maybe Synyster would actually try to emphasize with his sister. If that had happened, the world would no longer he in existence. Synyster really did not understand why his sister seemed so obsessed with the idea of doing something with their powers. Something destructive and overwhelming. This was getting annoying. Synyster rolled his eyes, and with his mouth covered slightly by his mouth he spoke, "There already is a stop to us, considering it is more like you; i have no involvement with your scheming."

There was a slight change in the wind. It went against Synyster sending his hair flying slightly. When he felt the air up in his face he couldn't help but look around him. There was a sense growing inside of him that there actually was someone around. A moment before he was almost sure that himself and his sister were alone, but now with just the wind change everything seemed a lot more... dangerous. "murder is unacceptable" Synyster said slightly to himself. It was more of a statement since his eyes were darting around the surroundings. He was not even focusing on Yael anymore, but rather trying to find a wire or a camera somewhere that might be set up watching them. He felt like an animal in a cage. Him being an antelope and Yael being the lion.

Synyster was barely even noting and sarcastic gestures that Yael would create before him. He was getting more scared that someone was going to approach them. With the luck of his life, someone most likely would and everything would fall to pieces. But when Yael continued on about herself Synyster had to fight an urge to hit her. It was a rare thing that he would get, but when his sister was around it was a feeling that occurred to him a-plenty. "And ice douses fire," Synyster said quietly, holding a meaningful look into Yael's eyes. It was the first time in a while he looked directly into Yael. It was actually like the cliche went, where he could see into her burning, crippling soul. "I think you are a little too narcissistic, sis" For once, a little bit of sass came out of Synyster's mouth. He quickly had to quiet down. When he realized how brutal he sounded compared to his usual self, he felt off center. He hated the way that Yael made him. It just wasn't him. He was an art freak. He was lovely and content with life, but Yael just set fire to anything that Synyster had once had of himself.

Surprise expanded across Synyster's Ora once Yael grabbed at him. The heat was ridiculous, and yet it was freezing. It was a frost bite. The worst sensation that Synyster had come across. His face grew distorted from the pain. It was difficult to get a hold of himself. He closed his eyes briskly feeling a tear form in his eyes from the smoke. Once the tear fell, it instantly turned to ice, then broke on Yael's hand. Synyster wanted to scream, he wanted to do something to make the pain stop; more or less make his sister stop. "Yael..." he managed to get out in restricted words, finally he released himself, sending a strip of ice from his palms crash into Yael. "Fuck Off!" He said as Yael stumbled a bit backwards. A burning feeling still was met at his wrists, and when Synyster looked down at them, he noticed how his skin looked bubbled. A normal person would need to go to the hospital, but Synyster did not take it into much consideration. Once again, he looked up at Yael. That bitch.

There always had to be something going on with Yael and Synyster. There was a fight, a fire or some frost bites going around. Usually when fire and ice clashed together there was a whole lot of rain. But right now was starting to get completely out of control. Synyster was flabbergasted once the fire had started. He always had a distinct fear of burning to death, mostly because of Yael. As the fire started around the trees Synyster felt himself slowly freezing, like his power had stuck him there. There was so much pain, and the fire wasn't even on him, just the burning in his back. There was even water, that could have been mistaken as sweat that was collecting into his shirt. He closed his eyes, petrified. It was not even the biggest fire, but it was still a fire and there was still a hazard.

It was the most shocking thing that Synyster had even been a witness, let alone victim to and that was Yael helping him. He felt intensity on his arm, as Yael yanked him away from the danger of the fire. The Yael that he know would have left him to burn and said, "at least i don't have to deal with you anymore," or something corny like "you just got burned!" but instead she actually helped him. Synyster was slightly lost for words, but once he started to bring the words "thank you" to his lips, Yael started yelling at him again. Then, whoosh. He felt Yael push him, and the wind in his ears as he felt to wards the burning tree. He felt a crash and his back not only was burning but cracked against the burning bark. Synyster felt blank, like he was rendering unconscious but he knew that he would not be that lucky. He heard the tree falling, and immediately started to crawl out from where he was, but he was moving very slowly. "Yael! You Bitch!" Synyster called out. Before the tree landed on him, he made a slow, yet quick movement, turning his body where he could ice the tree. Water went everywhere like a new form of explosion. Although the tree was not burning it still landed, and Synyster received a deathly pain in his legs.

Some people could live a live time without breaking a bone in their body. Others seemed to find themselves spraining their ankle, or their arm over and over again. There wasn't much to say about it, whether it was just luck or not, or maybe it was the strength in the bones. But there was no way that if a tree fell on someones legs, that they could be less than broken. Synyster could feel this for sure. Never had he actually broken something in his body, he was lucky for that. But now he felt all his body heat shift into the pain of where the tree had fallen on his legs. He felt cold and dry, and did not want to move at all. Synyster was unsure that if the tree was moved if he would feel relief or if he would just feel even more so of an intense pain. Feeling so broken felt so ugly. Synyster felt this ugliness just from being under that scorched tree. As Yael bent down, Synyster felt even more ugly. He did not need anyone watch him, especially Yael. Synyster felt the heat raising back into his body, but this heat was not concentrated pain but instead was concentrated anger. Synyster tried tilting his head more so he could get a better look at his sister. And that face of hers completely engulfed him.

"If I could move right now, I would probably slap you," Synyster said matter-of-factly even through gritting teeth and a coughing breath. Slowly Synyster lifted an arm forward, trying to pull himself, but the pain just came back like an elastic. He groaned loudly and almost started to let out a sob, but he couldn't'. There was no way he would allow himself to sob in front of his sister, especially not now. "Yael," Synyster started to say feeling week. He wanted to say something calm-like such as, "get help," or "pull me out," but he felt too much pain to be nice. He needed to take it out somehow so he found himself almost screeching at his sister. "Do something!" After he had yelled he somewhat just collapsed where he was trying to concentrate on breathing for a while, although it seemed the more he focused on breathing, they harder it was to breathe.