wash away my colours

August was having the day off and he was pretty much going to spend it with reading a good book, taking a long bath, listening peaceful music, eating something nice and just relaxing. He was on his way to do the second task on his list – the bath – when he heard a knock on his door. Without a second thought August stopped by the door, wearing only a towel around his hips, and he opened the door to the person who had knocked. “Yes?”

Keila was out at the mall, looking for a present for Adra. She didn’t have a bi list of people she had to buy for, but she wanted to get her friend something special. She sighed running out of good ideas when she picked up a mixer, a high quality one. She knew her friend liked to bake too. She turned to the person who was standing beside her. “Would this make a good Christmas gift?”

Admiring a coffee machine in his hands, he was on the verge of just ‘going with it’ for the sake of being able to make himself coffee when he was home. His thoughts were interrupted when being asked for his opinion. Eyes rested on the woman’s features until lowering to the mixer in her hands, taking a step closer to take a good look at it. “If you don’t mind spending a little bit of money, I’d say it is, yeah.” 

“What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?” Lydia asked the other person, blinking a couple of times with a confused look. However when she looked upwards, she saw exactly what they were looking at. Mistletoe. “Oh,” She murmured, letting out a quiet laugh as she shook her initial question off, grinning a little at the person by her. “No, I didn’t see that before you ask. I’m not that desperate for a kiss,” Lydia joked with a little laugh, before playfully adding, “You’re not expecting a kiss from me, are you?” 

Spencer was making her way to the elevator to go to her apartment to clean up. She heard the lobby door open. “It’s not what you think. I am not getting it all over the tile. I promise there is a logical explanation for me being covered in fake blood.”

“I’m... Curious to find out.” Cael breathed out, already having made the attempt to rush over to her, thinking it had been actual blood. If it had been, she would’ve probably been lucky to stumble into the presence of a doctor. “Looks pretty real though. That’s some good fake blood.”

“I really enjoyed last night,” Ash said looking at the person in front of her as she handed them a coffee. “We should do it again.” 

“Really? I would’ve thought that I was the worst company last night.” He murmured, taking the coffee from her with a sigh. His hangover was way too bad to be awake right now. 

“I seriously have nothing to wear.” The blonde murmured to herself frustrated. She was supposed to meet with some potential designers for an opportunity for a session. But she just couldn’t find anything that screamed hot and professional. Throwing out several options from her clothing rack, that’s what she had come up with for a studio apartment. She hadn’t realized her door was open when one of her tops hit someone. “Shit, sorry!” She called out. 

Cael halted in his step, looking down at the piece of clothing that landed right in front of his feet, then looking at where it had originated from. “No worries.” He uttered, leaning down to pick up the fabric, carrying it in the room for her where he placed it down on the nearest object. “You okay in there?”

Rufus: So I've accidentally ordered myself an eight foot Christmas tree and it arrived an hour ago, and I've been staring at the box since then trying to come up with idea's of how I can start unpacking and get it set up.

Rufus: But now I've come to the decision that it's not even possible to even try so, are you free to give me a helping hand here?

Rufus: I guess it's about time that I start thinking about Christmas.

Cael: Eight foot Christmas tree...

Cael: Would now be a good moment to say I received an emergency call??

This man had been pestering Lydia for the past ten minutes. She forced smiles, pretended that it was fine at first until he got annoying. More politely than usual, she tried to put across that he wasn’t interested. However, this man grew persistent and she was feeling agitated. A case she was working on had stressed her out to the max and she was feeling agitated, she was only supposed to be there for a drink. But it seemed as though a woman couldn’t be alone without unwanted attention. Standing up from where she sat, Lydia pulled her coat back on and fastened the buttons. “Look, I hate to break it to you but I’m not interested. If that wasn’t obvious already. Leave me alone,” She snapped in a firmer tone, speaking through gritted teeth as a means of self control. Her temper was short as it was and with her stress levels, the slightest thing provoked her. She took a few steps forward, ready to leave the bar. But she overheard the other male’s voice with some sexist, derogatory comment that caused her to flip. The next thing she knew, she turned around swiftly and sharply on her heel, her fist instantly colliding with the man’s face. “That’s what you deserve for talking to me like –” When she tilted her head up to look at the man, her anger morphed into horror. The guy on the receiving end of the punch was the wrong man – he’d gotten out of the way quick enough and was now nowhere in sight. Her eyes widened, guilt surging throughout her whole body. “Oh my god,” Lydia gasped in shock, running her hands across her face. “I’m so sorry…”

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“You need something there, hon?” Helena called out as she approached the Underworld, spotting a curious person peeking through the glass windows. “We’re not open yet.” She pointed at the sign on the door as she walked and patted her pockets for the keys. “In crazy search for that last Christmas gift, huh?” Len grinned.

“You say that, but you never really told me what exactly Underground is, Lena.” Cael spoke, not really having had the chance to explore the city ever since his arrival. She’d spoken about her place before, but never really any specifics, so it having been on his top list to check out was no surprise. Looking next to him, a smile curled up on his lips at the sight of the familiar blonde, more than enough time having passed since they had last spoken together. “I guess you don’t give tours, right?”

“Christmas time wouldn’t be the same without the long lines at Walmart and the nine hundred children running around without adults am I right?”

“I just came here to get a few things. I forgot that people would be going crazy right now and do their Christmas shopping.” Cael sighed, holding the water purifier in his hands as he waited in queue. “Next time I’ll bring a thermos along.”