"See, it wasn't so bad"
Molly's soft voice touched him like a tender caress. He closed his eyes for a second and let his sense take over as he basked in the moment. He felt her drop her parcel on the little wooden table and then ease off her jacket. He could see her give a quirky little smile, so much like those that had blinded him when she'd been a Holly. Not that she wasn't now but that she was a proper member of that sunbaked clan. Back when smiling candy pink smiles had been a lifestyle. Her smile now was blood red, painted on perfectly so that it was part of herself and not part of an act. He could smell the leather too.
Every moment with her was an experience
He opened his eyes and found her in front of him, her eyes calm and serene. She'd mellowed since being with him. She could pull the anger out when she was on-screen, she could take out all her negative emotions when she was fighting and determined to win. She was calm now fighting; she was fighting for a cause. Jealousy was an ugly word, but when she was cheered over the overrated fireball burnout Lita, she had reason to feel such ugly green feelings. Molly was more beautiful than could be imagined; Lita was nothing to him at all.
"It was..bearable" he agreed
"Dawn Marie's nice" Molly decided "she's different to how I imagined, like chocolate"
"How so?"
"She's very sweet, hard not to like at all but there's something beneath the surface, like you know there's something bad, wicked about her" Molly clarified
Raven chuckled. It was an astute analysis of Dawn.
"She has a tempestuous side, a wild side you might call it, she can wrestle a little thanks to Lance and she is certainly not just a body, she's a different breed of diva"
Molly nodded thoughtfully. Raven could see her reliving all the people she'd meet that night, the legends in her head she'd finally put to rest.
"I'm glad I was there beside you, I met them all, all those people I see in your dreams" she spoke again
"Mmmmm, in my past"
"Yeah, your past"
She was pacing the room a little now. The top was a tank top, blood red and clingy. It accented those gorgeous curves, the parts that made her her. He smiled appreciatively, then took a look around the small house they had acquired. The rooms were decorated in their own taste of festivity. A small tree stood in the living room, accented in gold and bronze with a tiny scattering of wrapped presents stacked neatly beneath it. Matching green and gold decorations were hung here and there around the house but were few and far between. It was earthy, deep and warm. It was the two of them. Against the world
Suddenly he felt Molly draw him in close to her and her darkened lips were against his. He still enjoyed her taste, enjoyed that deep velvety flamey feeling she embued him with. It was like coming home, a comforting feeling that filled him with that inner fire. His hands tangled in her dark mane, drawing her closer into him as her own arms wrapped around his waist, grazing his bare skin as they did. Christmas changed nothing between them
They had been brought together at long last. After so long watching from afar, waiting and biding his time as he drew her name in the air. But she had found him, told him what she saw and how much she loved him. Slowly they pulled apart. Raven smiled at the face in front of him. Still wholly perfect to him. To her? Maybe not. She still felt that crippling self doubt after her family had forced her into something she wasn't. But he was there to take care of her. To treasure her. No one else could see just how beautiful she was.
"Merry Christmas"
Raven cocked an eyebrow at her
"Its past Midnight now Raven, we're truly into the sacred day"
"Means nothing to me"
"But you spend it with me, surely that must mean something?"
Her tone was coy and teasing but Raven could feel the beginnings of a regretful smile twitching the corners of his mouth.
"Whenever I spend time with you, it means something" he replied at last "it being Christmas makes no difference"
Molly nodded once and reached behind her. She drew the parcel up from the table and pressed it against his body so close to her. One of her rusty hands stroked it
"For you, for Christmas"
Raven cocked an eyebrow again but Molly nodded again, keeping the present flush against him. With a sigh, Raven took the parcel and pulled the silvery wrapping from it. It was a leaf, a rust red immortal framed on a brown cardboard background. It was a memory of the fall
"To remember the time we met" clarified Molly "my favourite time of year"
"When the world changes"
"Everything does"
Raven smiled and carefully laid the frame on the table behind Molly. It was perfect for him; he might even accept and keep it. He was undecided though it was a delicate thought. She was his princess, whether it was Christmas or not.
"Thank you"
She dipped her head almost shyly and nodded before grinning suddenly and lifting her head again
"There's New Years to get past next"
He laughed, an actual joyful laugh. Another hurdle to stumble past with her by his side. Life could be worse. He could be alone with his demons but Molly made them bearable, she shared them with him and eased the pain. Even here, in the twilight, on Christmas Day.
Molly's soft voice touched him like a tender caress. He closed his eyes for a second and let his sense take over as he basked in the moment. He felt her drop her parcel on the little wooden table and then ease off her jacket. He could see her give a quirky little smile, so much like those that had blinded him when she'd been a Holly. Not that she wasn't now but that she was a proper member of that sunbaked clan. Back when smiling candy pink smiles had been a lifestyle. Her smile now was blood red, painted on perfectly so that it was part of herself and not part of an act. He could smell the leather too.
Every moment with her was an experience
He opened his eyes and found her in front of him, her eyes calm and serene. She'd mellowed since being with him. She could pull the anger out when she was on-screen, she could take out all her negative emotions when she was fighting and determined to win. She was calm now fighting; she was fighting for a cause. Jealousy was an ugly word, but when she was cheered over the overrated fireball burnout Lita, she had reason to feel such ugly green feelings. Molly was more beautiful than could be imagined; Lita was nothing to him at all.
"It was..bearable" he agreed
"Dawn Marie's nice" Molly decided "she's different to how I imagined, like chocolate"
"How so?"
"She's very sweet, hard not to like at all but there's something beneath the surface, like you know there's something bad, wicked about her" Molly clarified
Raven chuckled. It was an astute analysis of Dawn.
"She has a tempestuous side, a wild side you might call it, she can wrestle a little thanks to Lance and she is certainly not just a body, she's a different breed of diva"
Molly nodded thoughtfully. Raven could see her reliving all the people she'd meet that night, the legends in her head she'd finally put to rest.
"I'm glad I was there beside you, I met them all, all those people I see in your dreams" she spoke again
"Mmmmm, in my past"
"Yeah, your past"
She was pacing the room a little now. The top was a tank top, blood red and clingy. It accented those gorgeous curves, the parts that made her her. He smiled appreciatively, then took a look around the small house they had acquired. The rooms were decorated in their own taste of festivity. A small tree stood in the living room, accented in gold and bronze with a tiny scattering of wrapped presents stacked neatly beneath it. Matching green and gold decorations were hung here and there around the house but were few and far between. It was earthy, deep and warm. It was the two of them. Against the world
Suddenly he felt Molly draw him in close to her and her darkened lips were against his. He still enjoyed her taste, enjoyed that deep velvety flamey feeling she embued him with. It was like coming home, a comforting feeling that filled him with that inner fire. His hands tangled in her dark mane, drawing her closer into him as her own arms wrapped around his waist, grazing his bare skin as they did. Christmas changed nothing between them
They had been brought together at long last. After so long watching from afar, waiting and biding his time as he drew her name in the air. But she had found him, told him what she saw and how much she loved him. Slowly they pulled apart. Raven smiled at the face in front of him. Still wholly perfect to him. To her? Maybe not. She still felt that crippling self doubt after her family had forced her into something she wasn't. But he was there to take care of her. To treasure her. No one else could see just how beautiful she was.
"Merry Christmas"
Raven cocked an eyebrow at her
"Its past Midnight now Raven, we're truly into the sacred day"
"Means nothing to me"
"But you spend it with me, surely that must mean something?"
Her tone was coy and teasing but Raven could feel the beginnings of a regretful smile twitching the corners of his mouth.
"Whenever I spend time with you, it means something" he replied at last "it being Christmas makes no difference"
Molly nodded once and reached behind her. She drew the parcel up from the table and pressed it against his body so close to her. One of her rusty hands stroked it
"For you, for Christmas"
Raven cocked an eyebrow again but Molly nodded again, keeping the present flush against him. With a sigh, Raven took the parcel and pulled the silvery wrapping from it. It was a leaf, a rust red immortal framed on a brown cardboard background. It was a memory of the fall
"To remember the time we met" clarified Molly "my favourite time of year"
"When the world changes"
"Everything does"
Raven smiled and carefully laid the frame on the table behind Molly. It was perfect for him; he might even accept and keep it. He was undecided though it was a delicate thought. She was his princess, whether it was Christmas or not.
"Thank you"
She dipped her head almost shyly and nodded before grinning suddenly and lifting her head again
"There's New Years to get past next"
He laughed, an actual joyful laugh. Another hurdle to stumble past with her by his side. Life could be worse. He could be alone with his demons but Molly made them bearable, she shared them with him and eased the pain. Even here, in the twilight, on Christmas Day.