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."