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Blankly she stood there, his words painting her in violence, care, fragility, an array of emotion. If Red were human, it perhaps would have been too much and made her easily readable; however, in this form, she as not. It made her cold and catatonic, it gave her distance from the situation and masked any melancholy. "I understand that...but that was not what I was implying. No matter." Then he questioned her lose. "Would you have rather I stayed in the water? I survived and did what I had to, but that doesn't mean I don't have other ways of using that arm...." Red's words trailing off as he removed his blade. Her grip on the hide tightened, chest seizing up as if to inhale sharply...then he did the unthinkable.

She caught his hand, using the other arm to hold up the other cargo. Fingers moved over it as it lay against plush bloody fur that pressed to leather and her chest. "You didn't have to do that......" Christ, sometimes he was still that a*****e, whose head should be placed into a bucket and kicked down the road...but then again, in ways she adored Alistair. How could you tell someone thank you for their hand? It seemed artificial and so trivial, when it was anything but. Red moved though, walking behind him silently. She could attach his hand once they got back into the city and she had a place to sit down.

[Exit]

Hell has surely frozen over...
The water at the bottom of the lake dark as the night sky above would hide the dark workings going on below. A wish finally granted for the most devoted of her zealots, the Goddess has never been as giving. The water rushing violently below as sparks of dark magic could be felt from all around. Whips of sickly purple magic start clashing into each other, as water started to condense into bone like figures. Wisps smacking into each other slowly form a hand to a forearm to a whole skeletal arm. These wisps slowly arranging into a corrupted form as it starts to claw its way along the rocky floor. Bony fingers clawing, digging as they reach the rising floor. The skull starting to have two crimson orbs burn brightly as the torso climbs. No being was simply given this gift of flesh and bone... Oh no even then it must be earned. Wisps pushing the cracking bones and darken muscles starting to form. Memories started to fill the soul as it made its way up towards the frozen surface. A home where the seed of happiness had been planted and the place where it was corrupted by the flames of hatred. Smiling faces were mutated to faces filled with pain. Love of a woman turned to the betrayal of a whore! These memories swarming into the soul started to cause flames blast around the growing form. The crimson orbs looked towards the ice above as its bony hand extended up towards the ice as the final memory smacks into his mind. The sight of a man and a woman before both it, both of them together as they dug some blade into chest of the male.

LAIR. FAKE. HARLOT!
The ice breaks into shards as a roaring skeletal figure bursts from the icy tomb. Smoke rising from its form as it claws into the ice pulling itself on the surface and starts making its way towards the shoreline. Words formed in the mind of the soul as it fought to get to the shore. That man was always weak and easily tricked by the world, only did the soul keep him from being used by them! Always was the soul held back from doing what was needed! Pitch black muscle started to cover the skeletal body as it started to get on to shore. On its hands and knees the figure breathed heavily with its head dipped towards the sand of the shore. The air started to haze as heat raised from the figure and the crimson orbs seemed to disappear. Rise and be my reckoning.... The eyes flared brightly as the form caught on a blazing fire that toke on a sickly violet color. Screaming darkly into the cold air around it, the scream would echo all around as the figure started to rise up to its feet. Bring its arms closer to it the being screamed loudly into the air as the fire raged around its body. A moment passed before the flames died out in a flash showing a black skinned being, horns and extended fangs. The darken figure would slowly look up at the pitch black sky and snarled. It was time. ...

"I wouldn't fall...maybe slip though." Cheeks burning hot from his quick lips, it was only a second but just long enough to steal her breath.

They had walked in a comfortable silence, Alex occasionally glancing up at the cursed heavens, twinkling stars blinking every so often in passing. She stuck closer to him, only slightly lagging behind to which he would remind her and pull her slightly, letting her gravitate back to the same spot. That was until they reached the edge of the lake. She removed her cloak with one hand and let it lay against the pile of snow, her hand would loosen from Greed's grip and then she stepped out onto the ice. With the effort of her element she started to move without even lifting a leg, her face turning back to him as she bit her lip.

"Come on," her hand was extended, waiting for him to grab it again. All around them tiny flurries fell, some kissing her cheeks and nose.

Her body relaxed as his strained to maintain himself in an upright position, it was written all over his face. From the drawn brows to his straining eyes, she couldn't help but smile. As soon he touched her, fingers locked with one another, Alex ushered him closer and as they went, the wind seemed to let them glide with ease. If he was to fall, she'd go with him or vice verse. Rubber sliced through the patches of crystallized snow, waves of it spraying into the air as the angel leisurely slid. Gusting whirls billowed the hem of the satin dress, its ribbon rippling in the wake.

"Relax Greed, I have you." Alex would slow down some, the grip tightening only slightly as she quipped, gazing upward at him from under a wave of jet lashes.

As they deliberately came to a halt, she slid into him. It wasn't hard or forcefully, more like a gusto that joined them. Fingers spanned like branches reaching into the sky, they lightly grazed his muscular form, slinking between the valleys and back up again until her hand landed over his heart. It quickened, the angel could feel it just as her own. Alex looked up to him, the full moon a radiating silver nimbus behind the diabolus's head. It crowned his dark form, enhancing the white glints of rubies that gazed downward at the catch.

"You are already bare enough for the both of us. No strip clubs this time." Features mimicked one of jest, she acted like it was such a shame that she would miss out on that opportunity. "We could do something? It is also Christmas eve and all...that is if you don't have any other plans..." Her words grew soft, falling off in their pursuit. "We could...go to a beach?" Of course she was throwing ideas out, hoping one would attract him. "Swimsuits, drinks by the water, it would be warm...what is not to like?" A grin tugged at her lips as she tried to remain serious.

It was the subtle tilt, the lull of auric spheres, an inconspicuous lean; a paramount of to one action. Alex smiled, concurring with a simple nod. Her cheeks were crowned in the same velvety pink as every other time that were in close proximity to one another, but this time it wasn't the by all his doing. Fingers braved the stone-like muscle as she waded under the devilish glim, she reached for the sky and hooked a hand around the crook of his neck. If she was breathing, it wasn't enough. The steady thrum of her heart pounding viciously in the confines of ears, she couldn't hear anything else. If he said anything, right at that moment it didn't matter. Lips brushed and met, partook in the soft pleasantries that solace offered. It was with unparalleled focus that she kissed him, love was the fuel that drove her sin.

Eventually she pulled back, exhaling just as he had done. "Then it is a date." Alex grinned, biting her lip.

All she could taste was this moment and if everything fell away, at least she experienced it. He lifted his angel up, cradling her bottom in rough hands, though they were tender their grip was firm. Absentmindedly fingers slink back, running from the naive of his neck and along stubbed jawline. He was warm and inviting, sweet and sinful; if she had ever tasted forbidden fruit, this was surely it. In fact, Alex was sure that his tongue tasted like vanilla and hot fudge, and his lips cherry embellishments but she broke off, huffing hot breath over the span of Greed's wet vessels. The wheat crescents made their way back to his visage, she knew what they said, those shining jewels wanting, longing so charmingly. Her face a mixture of desire and confusion, to give him heaven meant an eternity in hell, it was too great of a leap...at least for this night. Alex released a humming sigh, her arms hugging his neck as she buried her nose close to the diabolus's ear and stayed there.

A venturing cold nose spiked giggles, quaking the lithe form that was so enthralled and pressed against him. His voice deep, quiet and intoxicated-like as he spoke coyly, sending goosebumps up her spine and set cheeks ablaze again. Every inch of her felt warm, feverish and aflame as he stoked desires but all she could do to keep from giving in was to continue her hold. Alex stifled a whimper, forcing it out as a heavy huff between the chasms of pearly whites and glossy lips. "So are you. Do you want to go inside?" Lips lingered, occasionally grazing pallor that even sparked her own senses Every inhale was one of him, brimstone and cider, sweat and spice..a heady musk that suited him perfectly. Even though she certainly found it fun to pick on him about it, she liked it. It was him just as he is. "I mean, I don't exactly know where...but I'm sure you have somewhere. Unless we are to both catch colds." A smile toyed with her lips.