His lady is a firecracker, and he is the gullible one to light the match and watch it all explode; only this time the explosion is right in his face. He thought he had her, his little shadow, all under his shivering touch right where he wanted her but clearly it was not to be as she comes at him with snapping teeth and her hot blooded tongue that ignites the fire within his own being to clash with her own. Fiero takes what she gives him, her feelings out in the open and he has no hope to run from them, not when he deserved everything that falls from her accented lips. His eyes level on her retreating form, the gold swirling with the heat that fills them by her display. My brave little ombra.

“When have you ever needed my protection love?,” he playfully mocks the way she wanted him, how she needed him here, but how could he when he had to play the fool up until now when at last all the cards were in their favor. She needed to know, needed to see his side of things. “You were safe as long as I played my role as an idiot, a fool who’d never go against the very one who’d held my home hostage with his tarnished view of the world,” he snarls the words, his dislike for his half-sibling apparent, having grown more since discovering why the peak and the lagoon were at odds; never again though. “He’d have killed you or Fuego, both even, but no more. He has no power anymore in my heart and I am sorry I let myself get caught up in things that shouldn’t have involved you. I failed you both, and I am deeply sorry,” he flinches from the spit she aims his way, hooves moving in time to avoid the mess as he backpedals his own self away, the very act drawing an invisible between them.

“You are right,” the wolf in those gold eyes is gone when he looks back to Switch, his voice switching from being on the offense to pleading with the very one who had the capability to break him into a million pieces and he’d let her, “I do not deserve to look upon the very one I was suppose to protect and love. You are strong, my heart and soul; my little dancer who keeps me on my hooves and I am a fool as to not follow after like I should have.” He shakes his head, frustration blowing through flared nostrils that have him silently choking on the scent of her fading heat, his own fault, and the scent of Khajiit that would indeed haunt him well into his dreams.

“I would never judge you, for I can and will, forever judge myself for failing you,” he knows this probably isn’t what she wants. The switch he knows would want his anger, his fury and heartbreak but Fiero couldn’t find it in himself to raise his voice even at her when it is himself who was very much in the wrong. “Me and Khajiit,” the man’s very name is a sore subject, but he is a fellow companion that Fiero dare not lose either, “will be going to the peak soon, per my father Rade’s instructions. I’m to deliver the news that Cullen is no longer our leader and hope we can mend the friendship there. I can take you there, if you’d like? If you want to leave then at least let me secure you someplace safe and Fuego can go with you, I'd never keep you two apart.”

Maybe, in this moment, what was best for them both was time. He was willing to be patient and wait for her, give her up so that she may fly on her own but in the end return to him when she wished. His switch is his one and only, and he just wished he’d done more to secure that thought in her mind; together they would have been glorious. Slowly, he lowers his head to her, completely at her mercy for whatever she would choose, to go or to stay. Maybe even come at him again with her lashing tongue and biting teeth he wanted on his skin again.