I know you think I shouldn't still love you.

[sweetsalome]

        Salome goes for a walk after dinner, her hands in her coat pockets, her breath puffing out in front of her as her boots crunch on the frozen, icy ground.  She doesn't know where she's going, but a walk seems like a good idea, all the noise of the house and the commotion of the holidays has stirred up too many thoughts and unanswered questions. 

It seems like winter does that, the nights are longer and the days are shorter.  More night leaves more time to think, and laying in bed in the darkness it's easy to question everything with no satisfactory conclusions.  So she walks at night, and kicks dead, wet leaves out of her way before stopping at the every edge of the property.  That slight incline that allows her to look down at the fields and houses below her.  Everything is still, everything is calm.

People move about in their houses, lights flicker in windows and spill out on to the black ground.  Bright eyes looking out on to the wide, empty night.  In the cold she remembers stories about the cold, the little match girl, and Gretchen who claws through the snow with her child that Faust has denied.  Only to lay the child at the foot of a statue she believes, in her delirium to be an angel.  Salvation.

Salome believes in salvation, she believes in redemption, but it seems - especially at moments like this, that it's for everyone but herself.  There needs to be some sort of guidance, some sort of path that should be visible in these times of darkness.  There should be something there. 

    "Where are you?"  She speaks to no one but expects an answer.  In response, it begins to snow, and she knows that in a few minutes everything will be clean again.

Comments

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Your kisses warm me up, from my toes to the top of my head. So your kisses remind me of hot coco. Grins broadly.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

I am hot cocoa and you are Hershey kisses?

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

You know, if we kiss each other any more we'll get diabetes. Grins. Would you like some hot coco?

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

With little marshmallows?

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Why but of course! That's the only kind!

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

*Hiro claps his hands like a little boy.* Goody!!

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Stay, and I'll get it for us. Kissing his mouth she quickly got up and moved to the kitchen to get the two mugs of hot coco.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

*If Hiro was a puppy, his tail would be wagging. As it is, he plants his butt down and waits.*

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Two minutes later, she returns with two mugs and carefully offers one to him before sitting back down. It's hot. Which you know but I feel compelled to tell you anyway.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

*He sticks his nose close to the mug and takes a big whiff.* Smells yummy!

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

It comes from a box, so it should be. Grinning, she takes a tentative sip.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

*Hiro takes small sip, mumbles "Itte" and blows on it.*

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

She watches him with a smile before sitting next to him and putting her head on his shoulder. What do you want for Christmas, Hiro?

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

"You," he grins. He kisses her head.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

"But Moon bunny! You already have me." Turning her head she kisses his mouth lightly. "Plus it would be hard to wrap myself up in Christmas paper."

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

"A strategically placed ribbon would be very nice," he says with a leer. "I admit I am hard to shop for. Everything I think of, I think to myself 'but I can buy that right now'. It makes it hard for people to shop for me."

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

"How a nice big red ribbon and some fishnet stockings?" She teases him, leaning forward to nibble lightly on this throat. "You should be easier, stop buying yourself things."

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

"Oooh." He definitely enjoys that image. "Well, I...I am not used to people buying me much of anything."

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

"You know you can dress me up and unwrap me any time you want." She promises him with a slow smirk, lips moving up and over his jaw. "That's a shame, you deserve the world."

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

"You are the only world I need, Sun Goddess." He is trying to think of a present, but he really isn't coming up with anything.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Her fingers card through his hair before she pulls him into a sweet, hot coco flavored kiss.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

"Mmm, my favorite treat." His tongue is swiping her lips, looking for more chocolate.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Grinning, she holds still for a moment, allowing him to explore before her own tongue flicks out to chase his.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

The tip of Hiro's tongue laps hers, teasing.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

After the brief tease she pulls back to start in on his throat, nibbling and kissing his soft skin. "I like that you don't have whiskers."