Holy, I happen to like you! [ENDED]

[CrossCross]

((Evy~ I know you have writers block but....You know how much I love RPing with you xD I COULDN'T HELP IT QAQ))

Cross walked around near the mausoleums, holding plently of books. They were mostly all Edgar Allan Poe or demented works she brought back from her home. Trygve was here and she couldn't wait to see Holy. Cross always loved to come down here, the creepyness reminding her of home. The cold winter air blew around, making her black hair swish around behind her back, her blue bangs in her eyes. She walked along the dirt trail that lead down to Holy's Mausoleum and her heart began to race. She was never nervous, especially around guys, but when him...it changed...and it showed by the blush on her cheeks.

She wore her normal short shorts under the thick tan cape that covered her. She hated the cold and this was the closest thing she could come to being warm with the revealing clothes she was wearing. Biting and barking at the wind that opened her cape to reveal her grey top that was cut off right after her breasts, Cross felt goosebumps travel up her bare skin. "Nngh damn wind..." Cross grumbled and finally got to his Mausoleum. "Holy~ Gustavo~!!! I brought some books for the...uhm holiday!" Cross shouted sweetly as she entered his 'house'. "I thought you might like this type of writing so~" Cross smiled as she saw him.

She set down the books and papers on a dusty stone shelf, her eyes wandering around. "You need to clean....want me to help?" Cross asked, smiling as she titled her head. Her blush got worse and she smiled innocently at him, her heat beating faster and harder as the seconds passed. She felt like passing out and it showed as she swayed from left to right. She neeed to sit down do she walked over to Holy, held his hand, and gently pushed him down on the ground. Cross sat on his lap, facing him as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and smiled again. She wagged her tail and knew that this wouldn't help her case even more, her lips leaning in as she kissed him passionately.

Cross licked his lips before breaking the kiss, smiling up at him. Trygve, for her, equaled love, which equal kissing, which equaled more...she referred to this holiday as the 'Bow chika wow wow puppy making' day...Cross wagged her tail and stared up at him "You like Edgar Allan Poe?"

[Meduzia]

Holy sat on the gravestone, glaring at the deformed figure of zombie that vaguely reminded him of a woman once brought to graveyard, but now looked more like a mass of decomposing flesh. The zombie moved around, frequently falling over until it was pulled to the group and put back to the sleep by a pair of hands coming from a grave. Human. The dead one, not out yet, was surely a human. After all, who'd be so selfish to want only dead to the others? Holy shrugged. He wasn't the one to talk.

Sighing, he walked back into the mausoleum, frowning at the broken vases, blood floor and something that looked awfully familiar but he couldn't recognize. Damn. His forearms got cuts again, blood seeping out but defying gravity and going to his head, tugging at the restraints. He's grown so bored of his prison. Which...was about time, it's been what...? 40 years? Maybe less, maybe more? He rubbed his temples, he couldn't even remember.

When Cross got in, he smiled slightly, but at her proposal, Holy could only shrug.

"No need to, Cross." - he replied, being on first-name-basis with her now. - "I will soon be moving anyway." - he said a bit more cheerful than he wanted to sound.

He leaned down slightly and kissed her, but pulled away rather quickly and that was it. Holy was anything but romantic - truth be told, he didn't see the whole point of the romance. And to be honest, he couldn't quite understand why was Cross sticking with him - when, after all, he did not have interest in the romance the girl seemed to like so much and he did not intend on any.

Observing the books she brought, he nodded slightly. "I've read few books."

[CrossCross]

"You're moving?!" Cross shouted, actually quite happy. This place was awful and she knew anywhere but here would be good for the German man. "Gustavo~ Oh oh oh~" Cross sang, her voice cheery as she wiggled her index fingers in front of her, swaying from side to side. "Tisk tisk~ Where will you go?!" She asked, smiling sweetly up at him. Her fangs protruded from her tan lips. Cross almost looked like an innocent monster at this point. Almost....CUTE!

Yet that all went away when she heard a branch snap outside. She crouched down and growled loudly, watching a bird walk around. "Oh...." Cross said, standing up again. She laughed and turned towards Holy, walking closer to him. She held his hands in hers and pressed her forehead against his chest. The girl knew he wasn't a romantic type, such a traditional man he was, and just knew....maybe she could be an exception. Cross huffed, frowning as she stared at a spider crawling along the cement wall. It seemed to just....like being on the wall. It stared back at Cross and she growled at it, squinting to see it's beady little eyes staring right back at her.

Cross chose to ignore the stupid little insect, finding it useless to growl any further towards it. "Gustavo~" She smiled. "What books have you read?" The small girl looked up at him and smiled, a faint blush on her cheeks.

This man...she was willing to introduce to her father...and she knew....he would be hated.

She was supposed to mate with somebody else...yet she chose Holy.

[Meduzia]

"I don't know." - he said with a deep frown. - "Probably in a fancy palace with this god-damn, annoying woman who calls herself the Grand Duchess or something. She was actually the one who had the key to my freedom all along. It's strange since she appears barely older than you." - he commented off handedly.

His brows furrowed in confusion due to Cross' unusual behavior. He chuckled when she growled at spider.

"Don't, Alill will have my head if you harm it." - he said referring to unusual member of Academy's staff that has taken interest in eight-legged creatures.

He thought for a while. "Please, call me Holy." - was the first things he said before adding:
"Well, I've read those....I can't remember the name, but it was about the sailor? Arthur Gordon or something. Personally, I liked City In the Sea the best. What about you?"

[CrossCross]

"C-Can I come....u-uhm live with y--..." Cross asked shyly before just cutting off her question all together. It was stupid to think that a man like Holy would want a girl like Cross living in a palace with him. She thought about it hard. If she really did live with the man...her father would be furious let alone she knew he wouldn't have any part of her acting sexy for him. But the thought of being near him sent a shiver up her back, made her heart skip a beat, and made her stare up at him while blushing like mad. The small hell hound sighed and looked down at her bare feet, her toes scrunching to pick up dirt and leaves. For liking things to be clean, he sure didn't make it happen.

"I read Tell Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe...creepy things....mostly about death and the black plague or...human stories about the underworld. I also like The Odyssey by Homer...Greek tales are my favorite! It sucks that Zeus made my father be stuck down there...but Cronos tells me all sorts or stories~" Cross said, smiling and giggling. She hid her disappointment about calling him Gustavo under a fake smile, her eyes gleaming with the hint of tears. "My father also tells me stories...but he makes them up. Like how I married this rich, powerful man and we lived down there and ruled till the world ended. But...I hate that story." She said, frowning.

Under her breath, barely heard, she said, "Cause the one of you and I is even better..."
The one of Holy and Cross...

[Meduzia]

"Don't you live in the Academy?" - he asked, a little bit warily. Sure, he wanted her to come. Cross was not a bad company. But Hell, he hated Natasha. And he'd bring his archenemy.....well oh wait. The woman was that. The stuck-up, full of herself, she thought she not only knew everything, but could do anything as well. - "I'd like to bring you with me." - he admitted in the end - "But school is more important to you right now. Since they're not any wars around and so. And besides, I don't think the damned woman would let you in. Heavens, she barely agreed to let me in even after she was threatened." - he said with a chuckle.

He pushed Cross away to walk to the random grave he used to sit at and place himself there, raising his legs and listening to the sound of chains cackling for god knows what time. The small blood threads formed and tugged at the chains, opening them only slightly before letting go. A smug smirk was playing at Holy's face but it disappeared quite quickly. He got out of his daydream and turned to Cross.

"Greek mythology is quite interesting I guess." - he said indifferently. - "I suppose parents make up stories for their kids all the time. Will you marry the prince?" - he said with a mocking chuckle. He didn't doubt that though.

[CrossCross]

"The prince can kiss my hell hound ass...Besides, there I a man I happen to already like~ It just sucks that the man is stuck in a mausoleum that he never cleans and happens to be a war prisoner. That man...that's the one I wanna marry." She said, blushing. Cross walked behind him and when he sat down, she wrapped her hands around his stomach, hugging him from behind. Burying her face in his chest, the small girl sang quietly. "Starships, were meant to fly. Hands up, and touch the sky. Can't stop, cause we're so high. Let's do this one more time." Her voice was unique, being calm and able to hit the high notes but had this rasp in it that gave it life. She almost sounded like Christina Agulaira.

"School...oh yeah...B-But I can come visit you a lot, right?! C-Cause...I don't like NOT seeing you~" Cross responded to his first question. The chain sounds sent shivers of excitemnet up her back. "I love that sound~ Reminds me of home!" She said, barking happily.

Her hands made their way up to his shoulders, giving him a back rub. She knew he probably hadn't had one in years and it showed. "You're tense..." Cross whispered, massaging down his back.

[Meduzia]

"Ah well, this man believes you should finish school first. Then you can marry." - he said with slightly smile, not moving from his spot. For majority of the people it was hard to believe than he was comfortable sitting on the damn rock.

"I suppose we should meet elsewhere then. I don't want vampires after you. Or anyone for that matter, but then again, you could visit during daylight. I believe Natasha doesn't really need, well....sleep, since she's a half-breed, but still. She's one crazy woman." - he explained and leaned his head back, to Cross, to peck her on lips slightly.

"Of course I'm tense. You would be too." - he said, mocking slightly - "You're not bad at this at all." - he commented off handedly. Turning his head back to glance at the rest of the graveyard, finally reading the encryption on the grave beneath himself, his smirk tugged at corners of his lips again and this time he decided to remove the chains completely, which he did without any problem. So he was right after all - the chains were too old. It has been, what? 40 years since he's had them? It was about time they gave in.

"I hate that sound. That must be the difference between you and me though - I've been chained and imprisoned before, you have not. Not for long time at least, since you're here. 16 is not big number for someone who lives forever, no?" - he spoke rather quietly, as if he was listening to something, but no sound came forth. No suspicious figures, no nothing. Though he could've sworn he heard two ghosts talking about restlessness and dead raising again without any apparent reason.

[CrossCross]

The small girl dug her fingers into his back and smiled. "I give my father back rubs all the time...he needs them since his job is so stressing." Cross said and kissed quickly back. Wagging her tail, Cross leaned into his back and kissed his neck softly before pulling back and continued to massage the German man's back.

"Vampires, huh?" She said, staring up at the sky. "They drink blood." She stated simply, even knowing everybody knew that fact. At the sight of the chains falling off, Cross grabbed them. She broke the metal so it was just a long segment of the damn chain. Cross laughed and walked in front of him. "I'm still young and as for your request, I will finish school. But it doesn't mean I won't skip a few classes to see you."

Cross tugged at the chain already on her collar before it broke and fell to the ground. The new chain she held, Holy's chain, jingled around as she pulled the metal apart and closed it around her collar, having a new chain. "Your chain has more meaning than a store bought one. I like it." Cross smiled sweetly and kissed his cheek, hugging the male. "Now that you're free...can I show you something?" Cross asked and continued to rub his back even though she was hugging him.

[Meduzia]

"They sure do." - he said with slightly chuckle. He felt a bit funny not knowing what else to say on the subject.

Holy tensed slightly once again as she mentioned school.

"Yeah about school. I think I ought to tell you that, some time in the future, I may have a not-so-pleasant visit. Unpleasant for students I mean, not for me." - he explained - "It's a long story really. I can tell you, but I doubt you'll like it." - the man said and sighed. Her chain action made him smile though.

"I don't know, that thing's terribly dirty." - he commented off-handedly before continuing - "I am kind of expecting someone. Though it depends. If we go near Scaffold so I can visit Filth, then yes, you may show me something."

[CrossCross]

"Unpleasant." Cross whispered, staring at him now. "Tell me about it, about your visit I mean." Cross said, sitting on his lap. The small girl looked up at him, her ears slightly twitching. "I don't care if I don't like it...I don't like a lot of things...like the cold...yet i'm still here." She smiled up at him and wagged her tail, resting her head on his chest. "And as for the long part, I have all the time in the world. So please~ Tell me about it."

At his chain comment, Cross could only giggle. "I'll wash it~!" She responded, crackling her knuckles. She loved the sound, saying it sounded like 'badassness' to her. Popping her fingers, Cross giggled at each one. It amused her and made her feel tough for some odd reason.

"S-Scaffold? You mean those things the slaves use to reach up high when building stuff?" Cross asked, remembering seeing one in her house when the slaves, servants, had to put up a huge iron-wrought chandelier in a hallway. Filth. His sister. Cross shrugged and stretched back, falling off his lap and into the dirt. "My ass....owwie..." Cross rolled onto her stomach and continued to stretch once again.

"I'd love to meet her."