#crusaderce

crusaderce said:  "I couldn't choose which one I liked more." This was the predicament he was in as he finds himself presenting Horn with dozens of gifts, ranging from weapons, new dresses, along with just small things he believed she'd enjoy. "I may have gone overboard." The vampire shall just shrug with a smile, "Happy Valentines Day?"

   “  C-Crowley  !  “  A  fluster  was  quick  to  rise  to  Horn’s  delicate  features  as  she  looked  at  the  dozens  and  dozens  of  gifts  waiting  for  her.  She  hadn’t  expected  anything  really  ,  and  that  she  was  fine  with.  Needless  to  say  ,  one  gift  ,  let  alone  dozens  would  have  been  enough  to  surprise  her  ,  but  now  she  was  simply  flustered.  

   Fingers  reach  to  brush  over  the  fabric  of  some  of  the  dresses  ,  investigating  just  what  had  been  gifted  to  her.  It  was  embarrassing  ,  but  it  was  also  touching.  A  sweet  smile  appeared  on  her  lips  once  she’d  recovered  from  the  initial  shock  ,  looking  over  towards  Crowley  with  a  small  chuckle.

but every time you turn around you see yuu's face

a heave     ;     relief.          only moments prior had sniper found himself face-to-face with death himself     ,     immortal intervening and having become the soldier’s unlikely savior in those fleeting seconds where flesh nearly found itself pierced by attacker’s  daunting  blade.          (                                 that    was    close  !   )          azures flicker ‘ pon the ex-progenitor’s silhouette     ,     enshrouded by a thick cloud of dust.          company having admittedly become one he’d grown accustomed to at this point     ,     the major general developing an unusual habit where he’d  occasionally  glance over his shoulder to ensure the vampire remained close by.          oddly enough     ,     ivory knight would come to decipher a subtle sense of disappointment whenever the other had taken it ‘ pon himself to part from his side for certain  periods  of  time.

No one had ever said a vampire’s day was at all very interesting - many cycles of sun chasing moon could go by without anything happening at all, in fact. The days blurred together in such stasis, perhaps the reason neither of them could fully enjoy the things that humans did anymore, the beauty of the mundane, the desperate preciousness of every fleeting moment. Horn didn’t mind the bore, the tedium. As long as she had something to do, she could hardly complain.

And sitting on the faded loveseat dragged into the former official office of city hall from one of the surrounding houses, in comfortable silence, she felt almost happy,  even with the thick sheath of papers on her lap, slowly flipped by her hands when she had finished reading a page. “It seems there is movement again,” she said, looking over at the seated form of her companion, the sun setting in gold and orange tones behind him, the light gleaming on his broad shoulders, catching in his auburn hair and turning it into the colour of flames. “Towards the east.”

              hands jerk away from the larger vampire’s, even as they move to where he guides them. it’s not entirely intentional, and he doesn’t acknowledge it as he takes a step forward, examining his new hold on the sword. already, it feels less awkward in his grasp. it’s still weird, holding a weapon like this at all. it’s too large, too foreign, in the tiny hands of the twelve year-old.