[party post] And to all a good night
[OOC: Annual winter post. :3 Both Decembers, the comments have been up in the thousands. The post is open all of December until January for all/any winter/holiday shenanigans. Quick reminder, you are encouraged to tag around, tag to other threads as well as making your own. Feel free to spam! :D]This December in Chicago is as filled with
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Quickly heading back home from school, freezing her fucking toes off, some guy in a ridiculous candy cane costume hands her a leaflet for something. She turns her nose up it and scowls, and the guy innocently told her she should smile more with a wishing of a merry Christmas.
"Piss off, mate," she tells him as she walks off, "Christmas is fucking stupid,"
And then some mistletoe popped out of nowhere above her head. It takes her a while to notice, she's not even sure what the hell's going on. Stopping, she growls in frustration as she tries to violently bat it away.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," she mutters, "Can't be fucking bothered with this."
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Because there's a lot of stuff that Seth's not all that happy about, it doesn't matter what other people say. Sometimes he's just angry about it, depressed about it, scared about it. Rachel always believes he can overcome the demon in his head, but he doesn't think it's possible.
Normally, Seth would not kiss someone... also simply because a mistletoe appears over their head, but the Rift is not giving him much choice. He heads over her way... and yeah, will try to kiss her despite the fact that he does NOT kiss strangers on the sidewalk, okay?
It's not what he does.
SORRY SCARLETT. He will understand if she punches him.
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It's also her anger issues over the current mistletoe over her head that make her too distracted to notice Seth approaching. She's still trying to get it away, but the mistletoe's out of her reach and she's just that bit too short to get at it. So she's mostly scowling at swearing at it.
Next thing she knows, someone's walked up to her and kissed her. ... Oh. Oh. ... Wait. Hold on. Why is this happening? Who is this guy, why has he walked up to her and why is he kissing her? There's a brief pause of bewilderment and then she's pulling away, shoving him back.
Alright, the guy's sort of fit. But this is. Scarlett doesn't like the shit Chicago pulls, no way.
"What the fuck, lar?!" is the first thing she manages to stutter in shock.
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As soon as he pulls back again, Seth is feeling the inward spazz in his head over the fact that he just kissed some random stranger, and he had absolutely no control over it. AND WHAT IS THIS.
HOW IS THIS OKAY?
WHAT SHOULD HE DO?
"I-" Seth steps back when she pushes at him, and he shakes his head. "No, no. NO, no I didn't-- I uh, I didn't-- No, it the- IT MADE ME. THAT IS EVIL MISTLETOE over your head. I wouldn't just kiss you on the sidewalk without your consent, I'm not that kind of... of guy. Not that you're not pretty or anything, because you are just- I do not force my lips on anyone...yeah."
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"Jesus, you're not that bad either. But for fuck's sake," she rants, gesturing at the mistletoe above her head. "You're fucking telling me, of course it's evil fucking mistletoe! What the fuck?! What the hell is wrong with this city?!"
And then the mistletoe disappears. ... Scarlett is close to throwing a tantrum. She's close to setting fire the thing. Now it's gone.
"What the fuck?! You can't just fuck off like that?!" she shouts, "What the-- this city. I just-- argh!!"
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"Not that-..." He shrugs after a moment, nodding to himself. "I'll take it. Uh, yeah! It is. This city's just... messed up. Don't take it personally. I've-- I have seen it happen to a lot of people."
He glances up as he watches the mistletoe... go. Well, that's good at least. It's gone.
"Now you want it... back? Look I didn't mean to kiss you but I did, and it-- it wasn't a bad kiss, right? So I think we're okay. Nothing-- nothing at all has been-- We're good. We're good? Yes, we're good, just... breathe."
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"It seems to be fucking personal with me," She spent a week as a horse, Seth. A horse. That's getting personal to her. "For fuck's sake,"
She continues to rant, still angry, "Yeah, I want it back so I can set fire the bastard stuff," she tells him fiercely.
However the fact he thinks she wants to kiss him again is amusing to her.
There's a pause and she clenches her jaw in anger. Still muttering and swearing to herself: "Fuck this, fuck this. This city and it's fucking messed up. Fuck's sake," She hastily takes out a cigarette, because she needs to calm the fuck down and lights up.
Letting out a shaky breath, she stares at him awkwardly for a few moment. "... No, it wasn't a bad kiss. Jesus. I just. Whatever, man,"
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"It's not... personal. I mean, I know it feels that way. Believe me, but it does this stuff to everyone all the time," he says quietly, resting a hand on his neck. "We've all got Ways the Rift has Screwed Us Over lists! Just, yeah, deep breaths. Lets take deep, deep breaths."
He can't help but really smile when she says she wants it back to set fire to it. Well.
"So lets go buy you a mistletoe and you can set that on fire?"
It's not the same, but it's better than nothing at all, right?
Seth takes in a deep breath, glancing at her when she lights up the cigarette.
He smiles. "It's okay. Neither of us wanted it, it just... happened and it wasn't terrible so-- I'm not really good at looking at the bright sides, but I'm trying." His smile widens just a bit. "Because you're really angry and you're... kind of scary when you're angry. No offense."
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Scarlett glowers for a while, silently calming herself down. The cigarette certainly helps her. Bloody Chicgao and it's freakiness. However, she raises her eyebrows at his suggestion and the smallest of smirks appears at her lips. "... yeah, alright then. No snogging, though. Think we've done enough of that, yeah?"
She takes a long draw on her cigarette, shrugging. "Nah, no need. I don't look on the bright side, so don't bother tryin' on my behalf," she tell him. But, no, it wasn't really that bad. She's had worse kisses.
Her smirk brightens at his last comment, she's certainly pleased at that. "Awww, poor babby. Don't start crying on me, alright?" she tells him rather sweetly before smirking some more, "None taken,"
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It kind of goes right over the head like that, and he really misses those days. He misses being human. "Snog- Oh! Oh, right, the kissing. That's what people call- Yes, there's been far too much of it! We've-- we're kissed out here. Always."
Seth rubs the back of his neck as he gestures toward the nearest store. He will really go and buy that mistletoe to be set on fire. HEy, if it helps with calming her down, he is ALL for that.
"No, no, not that scary. Well, when I'm scared I talk loudly and a lot. There's high pitched voices involved so," Seth clears his throat. "But uh, no crying. Not even a little bit. Except ( ... )
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She misses being younger more than she misses being Human. Before she knew about things, before her dad fucked up and her whole life went to shit. Before she had to leave her home and move into some awful flat on a rough estate, leaving all her friends behind her. At least now she's a demon she can begin to repay that misery to the world.
Scarlett laughs bitterly, the language barrier will always bother her over here. "Yeah, man. Kissing. Snogging. Whatever," she shakes her head.
And she will be heading straight for that store. Because some mistletoe's gotta burn"Right, sure," she raises an eyebrow at him. You do seem to be talking an awful lot, Seth. "Pfft, suppose not. Everyone cries when they think the world's going to fucking end. Not me. I ( ... )
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He is accustomed to everything that he thought was true... ending up being not true at all. Seth spent his childhood excited to grow up, excited to become an angel like his two best friends, like his dad. Then he found out a year before he turned that his dad was not his biological dad, and everything shifted. There' been this line-- it feels like this line between him and his best friends since.
Seth follows alongside her since he suggested it, and he intends to see it through. The mistletoe will burn hard.
"That's not always a good thing, people say," Seth reminds her with a small sideways smile. "People say so anyway, but I am all for not crying."
He tends to not really face his own feelings, not really talk about anything.
"It's Seth. Seth Miller," he says as he shoves his hands into his pockets. "What about you?"
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"Still, though," she says, "Asides that... you like being a demon? 'Cos I gotta say, it does have a few perks,"
Yes, Scarlett. We know what sort of awful perks those are. Ahem.
She gives him a flat look, "Whoever says crying is a good thing needs their head kicked him," she remarks bluntly, shaking her head, "Nothing good comes from crying, seriously."
Heading into the store, she buys as much as she feels necessary. Part of her is tempted to steal it, because what a thing to spend money on. But she's not sure what sort of person Seth is. Having to deal with her father down at the police station after this is not her idea of a good day.
"Scarlett Langford," she says with a nod. "Ready to burn these fuckers?"
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Chicago is confusing to her. The people in it more so. She doesn't understand how he can use whatever Calling he has. Right a few wrongs, do what you want.
She sighs, "Man, that sucks man. How'd you reckon that? That you'd be an angel?" she asks. She's not pitying him, but that must be a sore let down.
"Crying's just.. ugh, man," She rolls her eyes, smiling slightly. She gets the avoidance and lets it drop.
Scarlett smirks, "Cheers, don't mind if I do," she pulls her lighter out her jacket pocket and it takes a while, but she manages to set it alight, "Well, here's a 'fuck you' to Chicago, then," she says, holding it up with a dark laugh.
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Course that won't happen for a long time after using it a lot, but he's trying to remain Seth as long as he can. He's trying to not deal with that inanity that he's heard will come for all of them whether they use it or not.
"My... dad's an angel. He kind of adopted me," Seth says, shrugging slightly and shaking his head. The truth of it is that his dad killed his parents when Seth was a baby, but it works out just the same. His parents were murdering people and his dad's an archangel. It had to happen.
He looks over at her when she says ugh, man, and he smiles in agreement too, laughing a little.
Seth gives her some room, sliding his hands into his pockets as he watches her pull the lighter out of her jacket, watches it catch on fire.
"That's a good fuck you," he says easily.
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