Post by MarvManga on Nov 24, 2010 1:15:24 GMT -8
Laughter boomed from inside the house. It was that genuine, loving happiness that seemed to be elevated this time of year. Even the oncoming storm seemed at ease tonight. But what better night for the world to be at peace? Christmas was famous for that kind of magic above all of the other things the holiday represented. It was that kind of magic that Xerlude always held fondly in his heart when he was doing exactly what he was doing now.
Standing outside in the snow.
The giant of a man had his eyes on the sky, listening to the family inside going on about childhood stories and silly things they had done in the past. He had excused himself shortly after Richie and Luke signed off for the night, presumably due to the alcohol consumption that Richie had done 'on behalf of Father Christmas, Santa, The Ghost of Christmas Present, Jesus, and all those other pricks who think they're too good to party with us'.
He closed his eyes, taking it in. Snow danced across the sky, landing daintily on his features. This was peace.
"Cute."
He opened his eyes and turned toward the voice. There stood the all-too voluptuous silhouette of the past. And it was making its way over to him.
Xerlude stood, staring. Sharra had been gone for months. She'd been killed...murdered by that beast known as Seed. There was such a whirlwind of repercussions following her death, so much happened since. He could say nothing. How was she standing there when she'd been ripped apart? How could she be alive?
"Well, don't everyone greet me at once or anything. Heaven forbid you be happy to see me." She smirked, stopping inches from him. Sharra never was one for personal space. She put a finger on his chin and lifted until his teeth clicked.
He hadn't even notice his own jaw drop.
"Miss me much?"
"You were dead."
"Hi would be nice."
"How are you here?"
Sharra crossed her arms and strode further out into the yard. "I came back, that's good enough for now, I don't want to tell the story eight-thousand times. You can wait until I have to tell everyone else. Patience is a virtue and all that crap." She shot him a look over her shoulder and stood in the snow, waiting for a response in her favor.
Xerlude was not amused. If Sharra could come back, what else was getting through the gates?
Demons clearly didn't care much for silence. She turned on a dime and locked silver eyes with green. "Why does it matter? I'm here. And as soon as everyone else knows that, they're going to drown me in questions and I'm going to monologue for a year about what's going on and drama, drama, drama, blah, blah, blah, and then into the fire we go. So." In what felt like an instant, Sharra was back in her original proximity, only instead of standing by his side, she made it impossible for him to avoid her eyes. She lifted a hand to brush the foresty locks from his face, trailing her fingers, with some undetected effort, down the side of his neck. "Why don't we just enjoy the privacy, hm? "Before the alarm goes off and you don't get any more attention..." She was pressed against him now, one hand firm on his chest, the other draped on his shoulder.
"Who are you wearing, anyway?"
"Wow, you are just fantastic at getting laid."
Standing outside in the snow.
The giant of a man had his eyes on the sky, listening to the family inside going on about childhood stories and silly things they had done in the past. He had excused himself shortly after Richie and Luke signed off for the night, presumably due to the alcohol consumption that Richie had done 'on behalf of Father Christmas, Santa, The Ghost of Christmas Present, Jesus, and all those other pricks who think they're too good to party with us'.
He closed his eyes, taking it in. Snow danced across the sky, landing daintily on his features. This was peace.
"Cute."
He opened his eyes and turned toward the voice. There stood the all-too voluptuous silhouette of the past. And it was making its way over to him.
Xerlude stood, staring. Sharra had been gone for months. She'd been killed...murdered by that beast known as Seed. There was such a whirlwind of repercussions following her death, so much happened since. He could say nothing. How was she standing there when she'd been ripped apart? How could she be alive?
"Well, don't everyone greet me at once or anything. Heaven forbid you be happy to see me." She smirked, stopping inches from him. Sharra never was one for personal space. She put a finger on his chin and lifted until his teeth clicked.
He hadn't even notice his own jaw drop.
"Miss me much?"
"You were dead."
"Hi would be nice."
"How are you here?"
Sharra crossed her arms and strode further out into the yard. "I came back, that's good enough for now, I don't want to tell the story eight-thousand times. You can wait until I have to tell everyone else. Patience is a virtue and all that crap." She shot him a look over her shoulder and stood in the snow, waiting for a response in her favor.
Xerlude was not amused. If Sharra could come back, what else was getting through the gates?
Demons clearly didn't care much for silence. She turned on a dime and locked silver eyes with green. "Why does it matter? I'm here. And as soon as everyone else knows that, they're going to drown me in questions and I'm going to monologue for a year about what's going on and drama, drama, drama, blah, blah, blah, and then into the fire we go. So." In what felt like an instant, Sharra was back in her original proximity, only instead of standing by his side, she made it impossible for him to avoid her eyes. She lifted a hand to brush the foresty locks from his face, trailing her fingers, with some undetected effort, down the side of his neck. "Why don't we just enjoy the privacy, hm? "Before the alarm goes off and you don't get any more attention..." She was pressed against him now, one hand firm on his chest, the other draped on his shoulder.
"Who are you wearing, anyway?"
"Wow, you are just fantastic at getting laid."