It's interesting, after everything they went through back in the temple, to be working with Angelico again. Yeah, true, Ivelisse is in the women's division and he's in the tag division with Jack Evans, which still feels wrong to her, but they're in the same company, existing in the same building, she sees him in catering and sometimes they stop and talk, or maybe even slip into the shadows for a little time alone. It's nice, and that's a word she doesn't use often.
It's nicer still when they get to leave, meeting up in the parking lot by their bikes like they're back in California, that usual smug little smirk on his face causing her lips to tilt up into a sneer. She is as annoyed by him as she is affectionate of him, and it's always been an interesting give-take dynamic between them, her temper and his cocky attitude always leaving them on the brink of imploding.
Thankfully, it's not just the two of them, and when Son of Havoc meets up with them, sometimes in the parking lot, sometimes on the road, and sometimes not until they're at home, all fight leeches out of them and they feel whole again, the three of them orbiting around each other. She exhales slowly as soon as she sees his wild beard, that damned mask he still insists on wearing sometimes, the intensity of his eyes resting on her face, before gliding over towards Angelico's. It's Christmas, she's in Florida with two of the most important men in her life, she has work to do again, and all in all, life is pretty sweet.
More so when they park their bikes outside of the apartment complex they've been calling their own for the last few months and go inside, Ivelisse's breath always hitching in her throat for a second whenever she sees the tree that the three of them had spent hours working on a couple weeks back, a calm silence only broken by faint strains of the Christmas music Havoc eventually turned on, ignoring her impatient huff and continuing to twist garland around the massive branches. Angelico had begun humming, and she'd found herself swaying to the music eventually, and- yeah. It was, it was really, really good.
But she's holding up the doorway to the apartment and Angelico lightly nudges her. "Hey, you alright?" he asks once she shakes her head and moves forward, making room to let them in.
"Yeah," she says, voice quiet and almost reverent as she looks once more at the tree. "I'm good." She can imagine he and Havoc behind her, exchanging glances, wordlessly pulling off jackets and hats and whatever else, before pressing closer to her. Sometimes it's iffy, trying to get close to her, she's prickly and prefers her space, but right now, it's- it takes some of the chill away, her two men leaning into her and she allows it, glancing left to right, before shaking her head with a faint, exasperated groan, and grips Angelico, dragging him in for a slow, deep kiss that leaves him frozen for a second before he begins to reciprocate needily.
Havoc looks like he's expecting it when she tugs him in by the corner of his mask, a vague smile on his face when she claims his lips, and that's just been how her and Havoc have been and probably always will be since they first met long before Lucha Underground. If Angelico kisses hungrily, desperately, Havoc kisses slow and deep, like he's trying to figure her out through her mouth, and something about both vastly different styles of kisses leaves her lightheaded and yearning, although she rarely shows it.
As it stands, she has two ridiculously patient guys who never have been run off by her anger or her pettiness, and she has this apartment, and she has this damned Christmas tree, and the beginning steps of her time in AEW, and... yeah. For the first time in a long time, she thinks she's going to be ok. Tugs Angelico back closer so she's once more surrounded by their steady warmth, and exhales. "Merry Christmas, boys."