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One day Xavier could get a call saying I've killed someone. Until then, Bell's war was going no where. For now things were at a stalemate. The nagging voice had subsided, probably off elsewhere making plans with fate.

She raked a hand through his hair, "Just having you here to listen is good enough. For over a year now I've been a senshi. I'm thankful that my crisis did not explode until I had someone here like you to support me. And likewise, I hope to be strong enough to help you through any of your problems." She smiled, "I truly am thankful to have you. Princess knows how I'd be without you."

And she meant it. She wasn't strong, and she needed the support. No amount of fortitude would change that, because unlike Bellatrix, she was not alone.

Bell nodded, "I believe so." When she had been awakened, the news still thought the war was just a inter-school prank, if you even heard anything about it on the news at all. Sense then, it had become 'terrorism' and was on the news constantly.

She gave a bit of a laugh.

Her previous failures and stupidity didn't matter with him around. Perhaps it was because he was so new to the senshi thing that he didn't know how much she deserved to be berated for her lack of ambition, her over confidence, and all that. Moreover she wanted to think it was simply because Xavier was simply himself.

Even roughed up as she was, she couldn't stop the adoring smile that he caused. That smile that reached her eyes and made everything alright.
"The best pillow ever."

"I'm glad you liked them - and your kitty, too." Cookie-monster kitties! Oh my! "There is always more. Maybe I should find a recipe for cat treats," she chuckled as she nestled against him comfortably like a little child.
She knew there were recipes for dog treats, surely there were also some for cats. At least then Tempo wouldn't steal something that could possibly make her sick! Oh, but who knew about cats - they were odd yet wonderful creatures.

..

Until they did a flip and BOOM, you're a senshI!

"True. The question is - do you really wanna spoil her? Next thing you know she's going to start expecting fully cooked room service or something~" The mental image of a kitty sitting on one of those big tasseled pillows being served from a crystal goblet came to mind. But then again, so did the name 'Mr.Bigglesworth'.
That thought in turn created a few giggles.

"We shall have to drag this Queen out of hiding then next time I'm over. Y'know, they say petting a cat is a good stress reliever." The poor kitty would be balled by the time she was done some days, if that were the case. Though she highly doubted any cat would just sit there and take that.

Bell sat up again, "I played a cat once, myself." She referred to the production of Cats she had been in, in which she'd played the young calico kitten - Jemima.

"I'm going to have to make you sit down and watch some of these plays one day, aren't I?" Bell teased. After all, that was what her DVD collection consisted of mostly. "It wasn't too bad. A lot of choreography, my knees weren't too happy, but it was fun."

FOr someone who had no problem slipping in to character and understanding that character, why was it so hard to understand Bellatrix? To slip into that character? Sigh.

"Not the entire time. There was some dancing involved." Her role didn't require much of it, and just as well - she wasn't much of a dancer. No, she was their token soprano instead. And just as a random thought... The Rumtumtugger would make one hell of a guardian cat. Astrea might as well have been Grizabella!

"And of course! You get free cuddles regardless of whether I torment you with Broadway or not," she said adoringly. "Fair warning though - I'm prone to singing along~" She could be made to shut up though. At least he'd be able to manage it easily enough.

Bell giggled, and was more than happy to have her hair played with. After all, it was only fair.
"Oh, I'm sure I've heard worse at auditions." Poor kids who's parents probably flat out lied to them about their supposed 'talent'. Sure auditions were no Americas Got Talent, but damn... The only thing worse than some of the auditions she'd presided over were the cold readings. Horrible, horrible memories those were. In fact, a cold reading youma would probably be her worst nightmare.

"Besides, if you're really that bad, I'll just do this to shut you up-" Bell leaned in and gave Xavier a gentle kiss. Of course now that was probably encouragement for bad singing. She was still pretty sure it'd work. Pulling away she game a playfully wicked smile.