Ame Damnee The Sanctuary

Wroth (Legion)
The sanctuary

Something snapped. Maric's hostile threat to harm Wroth for showing his annoyance, to an Orc that has been nothing but a horrible person to Wroth?! Maric wasn't the only one under stress, having to kill his one and only brother for the sake of this man and Xena! Spending 300 years of his life after the Harbingers broke up, suffering in ignorance for this man and his fucking lover! Wroth had sacrificed and suffered more than this pathetic incubus, how dare he speak to him in that tone! He was livid, so much so he was planning on making a new sin of lust there and then!

But as luck would have it his fire was put out when Brynhild brought in a girl suffocating. "FUCK!" He said almost at the same time Maric's did.

"Are you just going to let him get away with that?" Stopping in place, Wroth wasn't scared or even annoyed. He was calm. It sounded insane to be calm having a monster talk to you in your head, but Wroth needed to talk to an equal right about now..... Equal? He was trying to kill this monster and now he was considering seeking counseling from him?! "I repeat myself, because I'm not sure that you heard me. Are you. Going to let. A nothing Incubus, talk to you like that?"

"I..." Was interrupted by Legion. "You don't have to talk. Just think and I can hear you....I'm in your head dummy." What do you want? "The better question is. What are you going to do? Maric needs to learn discipline and to respect his betters, along with that.... Annoying Orc!" A voice filled with Venom and burning hatred was so evident, Wroth was surprised he didn't literally spit out Venomous flames.
 
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Guruk Shamad
The Sanctuary - The Garden

Guruk walked toward Xena, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Xena, you're not a naive child. Any person would question their faith in an absent God while horrible things continue to happen. I do not blame you for forgetting about Aditi but you said it yourself, you once loved her. I want to bring her back to this world... so that terrible things do not continue to happen and I will do it in the only way I know how." The orc's attention then turned to inside the Sanctuary where a very stern conversation was taking place, he sighed heavily. "This is where our conversation ends for now, but I do hope that we can talk more later. As the High Priest, you and I, will have to work closely together if there is going to be a summoning ritual. Now, shall we go and ensure the children don't trash the entire place?" Guruk said lightly, a playful grin on his face. His conversation with Xena was the most emotion he has shown in a long time, and for that he was grateful.

Guruk removed his hand from her shoulder and began to head inside the Sanctuary when Maric burst through the door with alarming news of a woman who was suffocating. "Lets go, quickly." he replied and rushed inside. There he was, Wroth. The man-child, the pathetic creature, the stain. He so badly wanted to throw the tiny man outside and crush his skull against the cold hard stone outside. But he didn't. Now was not the time or place so Guruk settled with a minor glare and then turned his attention toward the rest of the room; two women. One was suffocating and the other seemed panicked. "What happened?" he asked, though not really caring.
 
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Xena Mythriel Al'vyon
The Sanctuary - Garden

Xena's head raised up as the door slammed open, revealing a really stressed Maric. "Xena! We need your help, a woman is suffocating in here!" he was yelling. A suffocating woman? she thought in alarm as she immediately walked towards her, checking her pulse, her vitals and immediately frowning. What the hell...? It was one of the strangest things she had seen. There doesn't seem to be any outward indication of injury, but to this point, the woman was still struggling to breath. There wasn't any blockage in her throat or windpipe it seems... so why?

Xena took a deep breath... and placed her hand on the woman's forehead. A white light emerged from her palm as usual, turning golden as it seeped through the woman, but as soon as it did, Xena felt a deep feeling of dread within her. She could feel... traces of magic. There were two that was most prominent: Alma, her adoptive father's, which surprised her because she had not seen this woman ever before, but there was something else. Something darker, more powerful, more... sinister.

Lucifer.

An uncontrollable feeling of disgust swept inside her, but as soon as she stared at the woman, it vanished in a pool of empathy. She was evidently struggling, evidently suffering from whatever this magic in her body was doing. Xena closed her eyes and concentrate harder. If only I can find a way... she thought as she tried to make her magic penetrate through the wall that was upon her. Then she seemed to find it, a chink in the armor so to speak, and once she did, she opened her eyes, looking straight into the woman's. She did not even know if this will work, but she gave her an encouraging smile. "I'm here for you. Breathe."
 
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Maric Vakarian - Sanctuary

He brought both Xena and Guruk inside to see the suffocating woman, only able to watch as Xena worked her magic. She told the white haired woman to breath, and for the briefest of moments it seemed to have worked, color returning to her face, then all of a sudden, her arm and both of her legs snapped, broken by some invisible force. The scene horrified Maric, and the scream that the woman let out would haunt him for the rest of his days. He looked at the poor woman and voiced his thoughts aloud. "What the fuck is happening to her?"
 
Wroth (Legion)
The sanctuary

Before the two brothers could continue their conversation, Legion stopped when Wroth looked at the girl. She looked to be a nothing at first, but looking again...... This requires some inspection. "Sit down and sleep, that chair looks as good as any bed." He demanded. Wroth seemed bothered by his brother's demand, not really caring about the woman suffering on the table. So you can take over again? Fuck that! A long drawn out sigh was audible in his head, Legion so desperately wanted to face palm. "Jesus christ! Just do what I say! I'm not going to take over! You need rest in that body and I need answers, so do it!" against all logic and some doubts on wether he was lying Wroth decided to listen to Legion and fall asleep on a chair, but not before asking an important question. Who or what is a jebus? "I don't have time to explain the whole story, let's just say. Dimensional shenanigans with Alma." With a physical shrug, Wroth started to close his eyes slowly despite the noise until finally, he was asleep.

Composing himself as best as conscious energy inside another's mind could he reached out to the girl in pain. "My My My. You don't look so good, several broken bones and asphyxiation from a psychic and spiritual link..... You can still hear me, can't you? Or is the lack of oxygen and mental feedback causing some static?"
 
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The agony that Zaraa had recently felt suffocating was nothing compared to the bones that cracked in the now. She could barely register the voices around her. A woman, two men, and... someone inside her mind. She strained to hear, but felt her vision slowly becoming blurred, slowly fading into nothingness. Zaraa took one last breath and everything became silent.

Black.

Suddenly, her eyes shot open and the bones in her body snapped back into place. Zaraa breathed in life. A small chuckle, albeit weak, began to escape her lips. What the hell was that? She felt fine! There was no more pain, no more suffocation! Something inside her reigned. It felt light, as if she was brand new, as if some mystical force had pieced her back together again.

Zaraa sat up, almost immediately, and her eyes darted towards the man with the voice that was inside her head. "You," she spoke, voice devoid of emotion. She stared at the red haired man intensely as if there was some sort of familiarity. It was strange, but she dismissed it. There was nothing to gain from some daemon with curved horns. "Get out of my mind or I will force you to."
 
Bryn watched in horror as the girl's bones cracked, the sound of her screams and the bones breaking echoing in her mind as she sat near Xena and the girl. She watched on with saddened eyes as it had seemed the girl had given her last breath and began to stand until Legion's voice spoke across her mind, clearer than the last time he spoke. It made her head throb again. Jumping when Zaraa spoke, she looked at the girl, surprised that she seemed to be okay after whetever the hell had happened to her. It took her a moment to realize that Zaraa had spoke about someone getting out of her head. "You can hear him too?"
 
Xena Mythriel Al'vyon
The Sanctuary

Xena's sighed as the woman seemed to be doing well now. The woman, whoever she is, looked back at Wroth and demanded he go out of her head, and at that moment Xena wanted to groan. Will all these drama ever stop? Can't we have one day, one goddamn day in Aditi's name, to have some peace of mind? But no, Legion won't give that to them. And neither would this woman. Sighing, she walked over to Maric and just leaned on him for support, taking his arms and putting it over her shoulders so it looked like he was hugging her from behind, before getting comfortable against his chest. Her expression said it all: I want nothing to so with this. But it's not like she could do that, right? After all, she is a harbinger. At this moment, whatever thing Alma, Legion and Lucifer sticked their noses into is her business. Plus the fact that there are five living people in the Sanctuary, feeling all these strange and intense emotions... at that moment it ticked her off a little, their heartbeats like an irritating buzzing in her ear. Regardless, she stayed silent, watching the scene unfold before her, only planning to step in if things become heated. She'll ask the girl of her story later, for now she just murmured to Maric as she looked up at him with a smile. "Am I the only one who's getting stressed by all this?"
 
Maric Vakarian - The Sanctuary

As soon as the strange woman told the napping Wroth to get out of her head, Maric knew it was Legion coming out to play. The damn daemon wouldn't give them a day of peace. He gladly let Xena wrap his arms around her, and turned what looked like the appearance of a hug from behind, into an actual hug. He smiled at her comment. "Nope, I'm right there with you. We'll find some time to de-stress later, I promise." He said giving her a quick kiss to the forehead. His intentions were the same as Xena's, not getting involved unless things were getting heated, and he gave Guruk a look that urged him to think along similar lines.
 
Wroth (Legion)
The sanctuary

Legion could feel everyone's stress in the room as he began his conversation with the girl... In fact, it was starting to 'Get under his skin' how much they all seemed to regard him, nothing more than an annoyance. Though he still needed to talk to this girl. And gain some information from her mind, one way, or another. "So, the kitten still has claws? An interesting threat, but useless and weightless, though. I do think you. It was rather entertaining watching you cry out and beg, gave me time to do some..... snooping around in that little cavity slushing in that head." Considering dragging everyone into the clearly going to be mental back and forth, out of spite for their disrespect for his power and presence was something that needed immediate reprisal, or maybe just give them all the world's biggest seizure.... Maric would be unaffected, though. But the Orc. No. That piece of living waste needed to be taken care of in a different manner and the fact Maric seems to love him deeply. Admittedly sturs some bitter thoughts. Was just icing on the cake. "You're a child of Lucifer......Shame. If your state from earlier is anything to go by than the bastard was near death. Damn! That brat seems to have gotten himself killed! Stupid cocky children should just be content with their existence!" Lucifer was so close to dying! What could have changed? "Maybe you can inform me. Whom was or is fighting Lucifer right now and I demand the location."
 
Zaraa glanced over at the woman who seemed to speak to her. She nodded, then turned back to the daemon. She wasn't amused by his fruitless display of power. It didn't take long, however, to understand who he was. Legion. One hell of a bastard under Lucifer's wake. She stood up, lifting her chin up and straightening her back. Zaraa couldn't allow him to roam her mind any longer; how he got in was still a mystery, though she suspected it had something to do with being unable to recognize what was going on in the midst of pain. Watch your mouth, daemon. I know nothing. Now, leave. She stared at the man, her breathing beginning to slow down, muscles relaxing in the heat of the moment. It took a bit of effort; her heart pounded a little faster and sweat began to accumulate on her forehead as she focused on removing the god-like creature from her mind. Zaraa was glad everyone had decided to keep quiet and watch the exchange. Within a few minutes, she felt a sudden release from her mind cleansed of impurity. She flipped her hair off her neck; it'd been tickling her for a bit. "Now, then." She glanced around the room. Everyone was rather familiar in some way, except for the ugly grayish brownish orc and the woman who'd talked to her earlier. "My name is Zaraa. This is the Sanctuary, correct? And all of you are?"
 
Guruk Shamad
The Sanctuary

Guruk watched in silence as the events unraveled before him. He didn't care for the drama that seemed to follow the man-child and sighed heavily at the situation. He noticed that Maric and Xena seemed to be stressed out by the entire thing and that bothered him. The woman's whose bones seemed to have cracked was now standing as if nothing had ever happened to her, strange, the orc thought but dismissed it knowing that Terrestria was a world full of dark secrets and mysteries. Zaara, she called herself, seemed to be stoic in expression but demanding in nature; two qualities that Guruk could appreciate but did not care for entirely. The other woman in the room was someone he still didn't know about, or rather, care about. The large man looked to Xena and Maric, "I'm going back, this is a waste of my time." he stated before walking toward the doors that no longer existed to exit The Sanctuary.

Guruk slowed as he passed Zaraa, staring down at her, mostly out of curiosity more than anything. "You're right, this is the Sanctuary but my name doesn't concern you. Just stay out of the garden and we won't have a problem. Good day, miss." he nodded his head at her before leaving the Sanctuary and heading back toward The Prison.
 
Brynhild Nyman- Sanctuary
Bryn shook her head at what had just transpired, exhaustion written on her face. Walking over to Wroth she noticed that he seemed to be sleeping. "So that's why Legion's talking."she said as she smacked him across the head to wake him. "No, I do not want to hear that fucker right now. Not in my head, not in anyone else's. So wake up, Wroth." she said, her tone lacking in bite but angered nonetheless. Turning to Zaraa, she sighed once more, her gaze narrowed. "And how are you able to hear him? I find you choking, your bones fucking broke and you died, now you're standing as if all you did was go to sleep. What in the seven hells is going on?"
 
Xena Mythriel Al'vyon
The Sanctuary

"What in the seven hells is going on?" Bryn had asked and Xena could not help but sigh. In three words, this whole thing can be summed up pretty nicely: What the fuck?

As Guruk left the Sanctuary, Xena felt that it was her cue to take in charge with what is going on. The Sanctuary, after all, is her place, her establishment. She gave Maric a small, tired smile before leaving his arms again, walking towards the woman who called herself Zaraa. "Yes this is indeed the Sanctuary." she replied, with a look that was slightly more wary than usual. She did not know what was up with this woman, but the fact that she has Lucifer's presence inside her immediately made her suspicious. True enough, she has trace of Alma's magic as well, but considering that her adoptive father has put himself in a lot of sticky and shady situations, she would not be surprised if he had something to do with this. Despite this knowledge, however, she decided to pretend not to know anything for now. It was sometimes better not to call people out, lest they feel threatened.

"I am Xena Mythriel Al'vyon, the keeper and the healer of the Sanctuary, nice to meet you. Although I do not wish to poke into your privacy, your sudden near death experience followed by an equally sudden recovery was... bizarre to say the least." she easily said with a smile that looked fairly innocent and deceptively friendly. "Would you please tell us what you have gone through? As a healer, I find it quite important to make sure such things do not occur to my patients again, and I'd like to know how I can help you."
 
Maric Vakarian - Sanctuary

He frowned as he felt Xena leave his arms, he hated it when she left his embrace, but duty called, and he let her do her work. He moved in between the two groups, ready to protect Xena if this Zaraa tried anything funny, and also ready to stop Wroth if he lost control or Legion started acting up again. He stayed quiet, looking towards Zaraa with curious eyes, she didn't need to know his name at the moment, but he needed to know everything about her, namely, what the fuck is wrong with her body?
 
Wroth (Legion)
The sanctuary

Legion was so close to gaining information on the whereabouts of Lucifer, but as soon as he was about to look into her mind again to trace the link. He was forced out. At first, it felt like nothing just a breeze in the mindscape blowing against him, but soon it turned into a powerful hurricane that pushed him back further and further until he was locked off completely.

Legion was furious that a lowly mortal, even if they were an elf, could make a fool of him like that! Then the next insult came when Byrnhild just casually walked up to the sleeping form of Wroth and tried to wake him by smacking him across the face, not knowing that Legion was keeping him asleep for the time being. About to stop her aggression with a command full of big words and smugness, he was interrupted by other thoughts in the room..... Acting up?? Legion was not some child that needed a time out Maric! If threatening Wroth wasn't bad enough, he insulted Legion by seeming to not take him seriously! Though as soon as he scanned Xena just because he could at this time.... His spiritual eye twitched like it was doing a god damned jig! SHE KNEW THIS GIRL HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH LUCIFER!?!?

Legion having enough of all this God damned patronizing mouth breathing Lobotomized hamster level of tomfoolery! Not even trying to sound smug, superior, or even Threatening. Just pure annoyance anger "EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!! OR WISEN THE FUCK UP!!!!" His psychic banshee-like scream, made the millions of voices Xena heard sound like a light lullaby. He started with Byrnhild. "WROTH IS UNDER MY CONTROL RIGHT NOW, DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT MEANS?! IT MEANS NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES YOU SLAP HIM, OR HIT HIM, OR BOIL HIM IN FUCKING LEMONADE. HE'S. NOT. WAKING. UP!!!!!! SO STOP FUCKING SLAPPING HIM!"

Next was Maric. "MARIC!! IF YOU THREATEN WROTH LIKE THAT ONE MORE TIME AND I MEAN ONE MORE, FUCKING, TIME!!! NO THERAPIST ON THIS WORLD OR THE NEXT WILL BE ABLE TO UNDO WHAT I DO IN THAT HALLOWED OUT SPACE YOUR FRIEND CALLS AHEAD!!! AND KILLING OR DRAINING WROTH, WON'T. DO. SHIT!!! IN FACT, YOU'D BE DOOMING BOTH THAT UGLY ORC AND XENA TO MY DIVINE WRATH!!! 'he saved my life when I was a poor disgusting piece of shit.' o boohoo. How many times have Wroth saved you? How many times have I saved you? Or Taran? Or Xena? Or that fucking fox!? THAT ORC ISN'T FUCKING SPECIAL!! GET. OVER IT."

Lastly was Xena. "ONE SNIDE COMMENT OUT OF YOU, AND I SWEAR, I WILL RERUN MEMORIES OF THE TIME ALMA'S ENLARGING TALISMAN GOING HAYWIRE AND ENLARGING A DEADMAN'S PENIS UNTIL IT EXPLODED SPRAYING YOU WITH CUM AND BLOOD. I WILL FUCKING DO IT, IF YOU INTERRUPT ME JUST ONCE! I'M IN A PISSY ENOUGH MOOD TO DO IT! NO INTERRUPTIONS? GOOD!! GOOD! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! THAT GIRL IS ONE OF LUCIFERS CRONIES AND SHE HAS A LINK WITH THE BASTARD! IF THERE WAS EVER A TIME FOR ONE OF YOUR SILLY AND POINTLESS TORCHER DATES, NOW WOULD BE THE TIME RETARD!! AND BY THE WAY, GOOD CUCKING LUCK SUMMONING ADITI, ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU MORTALS HAVE NOOOOO IDEA OF WHAT YOUR DOING HALF THE FUCKING TIME!!" huffing could be heard in all their heads. "I'm tired? How the hell can living energy get tired?! YOU SEE!! THIS IS WHAT I HAVE TO LOOK FORWARD TO AFTER I ABSORB YOU AND YOUR SINS, AN ETERNITY OF STUPID! HUSG! LOGIC BREAKING!JBDJBA HELL!!!! AND IT NEVER! SHUTS! UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!" Wroth's body suddenly got up on it's too legs while still snoring "Nemesis above! I need to get away from you lobotimizts before, I have trouble thinking again. Au Revoir. Shitheads!!" After.... that. happened, Wroth's body when on toward the necropolis just to get away from them.
 
Zaraa knew who they were the moment Legion exposed Alma's name. The Harbingers. She raised an eyebrow at his unfortunate aggression. That was nothing new to her. She stared at the daemon as he stood up while sleeping. Somnabulism? What a strange ability to have. She watched as he suddenly became quiet and walked right out that door. Zaraa glanced back at Xena after a moment, responding to her question with a veneer of indifference. Afterall, there wasn't much she cared for. "I'm not sure what happened," she replied. "Lucifer has imprisoned me inside his soul. I've yet to find a way out."
 
Bryn looks to Maric, shaking her head as she walked over to him and leaned close to whisper in his ear, speaking low enough for him to hear. "Wroth and I have found one already. I'll stop by later to talk to you and Xena about it when company leaves." she patted her pocket as she talked to him. "For now I'll go play babysitter for the enemy." she sighed before heading out of the Sanctuary, following the scent of Wroth.
 
Mina - The Sanctuary - At the Entrance
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Suddenly, there was a knock on the doorframe of the building. Two men were standing at the entrance, each on either end of a stretcher that held a young woman, swaddled in blankets. The woman was unconscious, her breathing shallow, and her face scraped and burned by the sun, but her lips were tinged blue. The men wore the garbs typical to traders, and seemed as if they had just come in from Oblitus and come straight to the Sanctuary. One of them coughed uncomfortably, peering in the doorway. "Is uh, is the doctor here?" he asked.
 
Xena Mythriel Al'vyon
The Sanctuary

Xena sighed as Legion's voice exploded in their heads, ranting in that filthy, crass language he so liked using. He seemed to have a lot more sense earlier today than now. What was it exactly that drove him to this breaking point? If anything, he sounded like a child in a middle of a tantrum... if only he was as harmless as one. Xena frowned. Despite the long speech being transmitted directly into their heads she covered her ears with a bored expression, not even bothering to listen or follow him as he ran out of the Sanctuary. Poor Bryn. she could only think, as she watched the new Sin of Sloth run to the direction he went to. For a Sloth, she was rather... active, but she could only hope she's someone who can keep Wroth and Legion in line. For now though, she seemed to be doing a terrific job.

Four or three days left... that's what Wroth told them. She knew she should be more worried. She should be getting her priorities straight and not look too far into the future. Unless they manage to get rid of Legion, summoning Aditi to take down Lucifer would be useless, but she could not help but feel a little... relaxed. Somehow she felt that everything regarding Legion will be alright. She could feel it inside her... this calmness. Perhaps Guruk was right. Perhaps Aditi has indeed been looking down upon her... No way.

When Zaraa spoke of her connection to Lucifer so nonchalantly, Xena dropped her friendly visage and crossed her arms. She did not need the facade anymore. "For a god that's supposedly been missing recently, Satan seems rather active lately." she said as she gazed at her. People connected to Lucifer and the Harbingers are popping up left and right. Maybe their positions as harbingers attract them, but it was simply getting on her nerves more and more. Something is happening, and she could not help but wonder. Is Lucifer, by any chance, back on the flesh? Is he, somewhere, wreaking havoc in Terrestria once again?

Her thoughts were cut off when she heard a knock on their door frame. Ah... that's right. I haven't had that fixed yet, huh. Men came in carrying a woman on a stretcher, and she immediately snapped to attention the moment she had seen her body. She looked horrible, and her heartbeat is very weak at this point, that she immediately rushed towards her. "Put her on the bed, please." she told the traders, giving them a thankful nod. "Thirty more minutes, she would have been dead. Please give me a moment." she pushed her sleeves back as the man placed the patient gingerly on the bed. She held the girl's forehead, murmuring softly against her breath. Images flashed through her head. Sand... violent winds... a desert... the sun... "A sandstorm, huh." she said as she opened her eyes, the white light shimmering from her hand and covering her body completely. It took a while, but as the light turned golden and seeped through her skin, her small cuts and burns have mostly been healed, her tips turning in some color, her breathing turning to normal, and that's when Xena knew she was not in a critical condition any more. The only thing that's left is to feed her something when she wakes up and---

There was a sudden sound of a thud at the garden, a familiar voice cursing and groaning in pain, and Xena immediately recognized it. She smiled in delight, she had been a little worried he wasn't back yet. Errol never liked people, and oftentimes, when there is a scene inside he'd rather not be involved in, he climbs up roofs and sneaks in through the garden, where he usually stayed until the unwanted visitors have already gone and left. It was very unusual for him to mess up his landing though. In fact, it was so unusual that it worried her. Errol, a top tier assassin, messing up something he has done a hundred times before? Something as simple as a clean landing on soft earth? Unthinkable. Feeling troubled, she gave the girl one quick check of the patient's vitals, and deeming them stable, as she then walked out into the garden hurriedly. There he was, sitting down on the ground, clutching his leg with a grimace on his face. She made a worried expression... brimming with disbelief. He actually... messed up? "Are you alright, E---"

He looked up at her with a cold expression, and her eyes widened as she stepped back instinctively. That look in his eyes... was so much like his expression the first time he woke up at the Sanctuary. The same expression he has when he's out for a kill. His eyes narrowed at her. "You..." he murmured, looking rather angry. She gulped. Could it be? Had he found out all about her past, somehow, by himself? She felt a big wave of guilt and regret pass through her at that moment. "Errol... I-I'm sorry---"

A hiccup.

This caught her off guard. Eh?

It was at that moment that she stared at him a little more objectively, realizing discrepancies in his visage. Errol always seems to have a nonchalant, unfocused expression on him usually, but this time, he almost looked dazed. His clothes were not tidy, instead looked a little rumpled. His hair too. And most of all... now that she realized it, he reeked... of alcohol. She crouched down at his level, and he followed her with his eyes, still looking cold and mad. She could not believe it, but.. everything draws to a certain conclusion.

"Errol... are you drunk?" she asked seriously.
"Yeah." he replied unhesitatingly.
"And you're... mad at me?"
"Yeah."
"Why? Also, why do you look like you're out to kill someone?"
"Because I am."
Her eyes widened in alarm. "W-What? Who?"
"That goddamned incubus."
This got her very confused. "But... why--"

He back seemed to straighten in attention, his expression looking very determined. "For him to ensnare you in only less than a day, while the two of you we're acting so professional earlier, one could only think he played tricks on your mind!" he held her hands as he almost looked worried. "Did he threaten you, Xena? Or gave you promises of love and affection? Don't trust people like him!" A hiccup. "I heard... that man leaves a trail of broken hearts in his wake." his expression darkened. "I do not approve of this. I saw him inside. I'll kill him."

The two locked eyes for a second, and that was around the time she could not help it. She laughed, a laugh that almost made her stomach hurt, and Errol stared at her, looking confused. She stared at him once again, but the murderous look he had had had gone, replaced by an almost childlike expression. She could not help but smile at the silliness of it all, as well as her panic from earlier. Staring at him now, seeing him drunk for the very first time, it was rather adorable. "Don't worry, E. Maric and I... our current relationship is complicated. But I assure you I'm not being tricked. I..." she hesitated as she gave Errol an uneasy smile. "I love him, so please refrain from the hostility."

Errol's expression softened significantly. He seemed to stare at her eyes as he leaned in and cupped her cheek, and then she saw that look in his eyes, a look of hurt, as he ran a finger through her hair. "You tied your hair up."

She nodded slowly.

At that moment, he looked incredibly sad. "You never tied your hair up before. You're... changing, and I have no idea why." as he said it she looked into her eyes, and he realized why he was mad at her, why he had looked at her with such an expression. His gray eyes were now pleading, asking. Why am I the only one who didn't know why? In that moment, it was the most honest he had been with her. Must be the effect of the alcohol. For the longest time he was just staring at her from a distance, approaching warily, uneasily, but he never told her how much it bothered him... not knowing. "I thought I was... your best friend." he murmured, as he removed his hand, looking away.

She made a soft smile. More like an overprotective older brother. She leaned and hugged him, squeezing a little to show how much she cared, as she replied. "I'll tell you everything. But when you're sober, okay?" She felt him nod, and with satisfaction she stood up and helped him up. "For now, get back inside and and rest. I could make you something to relieve the inevitable hangovers."

He stood up, hiccuping again before giving her a hopeful look. "Do I get to flay an incubus?"
"No."
"Dammit."
 
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