kissing death and loosing my breath

Christmas had never truly been a real thing for the raven haired witch. She could never say she'd experience a real Christmas. When she was young, the foster homes simply hadn't bothered with gifts for the many children that roamed it. And when she was older the streets hardly came with lit up trees with presents wrapped neatly under it. Her mentor had never once celebrated the coming and going of December twenty-fifth. It was just another day in Serafina's life, another one that came and went like the many before with the astounding exception that the government required her store be closed for this very special holiday. It was aggravating at the very least, that she was literally forced to stay at home, by herself, entirely alone. She hardly expected for Raven to stop by when the canine was so obsessed with her new found "family". Just as she had hardly anticipated for Davante to visit with his siblings having recently arrived into town. For a while she'd restlessly wandered from room to room, obsessively cleaning anything in her way for lack of anything to do. By the time ten o' clock rolled around, her home was absolutely spotless, her hair was still damp from her recent shower and Serafina was nestled in a crimson baby doll. The top was trimmed in in black, plunging just enough to give the young girl a glimpse of natural cleavage. The small night gown ended just half way down her upper thighs, swaying with every movement she made. There was a log in the fireplace, crackling happily whilst she stood in the kitchen, cutting out dough into the shapes of overly happy Christmas trees and snowmen. Cooking was never really Serafina's forte, baking even less so and yet it was the only festive thing she could possibly do given her rather solitary nature. At the very least she enjoyed eating cookies so perhaps it wasn't a complete waste.

She had only just finished pulling the last batch from the oven when there was a knock at her door, immediately grabbing the young witches attention. A small frown crossed her lips, her fingertips reaching up towards the stove to flick to knob to the off position. She reached across the trays of sugar cookies, plucking up a cooled one from the wire rack they sat upon to bite off the top of a tree as she nonchalantly made her way towards the door. Part of her was fearing it was those god awful Christmas carolers she'd seen wandering about her street the night before. After all, she certainly wasn't expecting anyone. The girl hadn't even considered that her clothing might be inappropriate for guests. After all, she was entirely okay with chasing away those joyous carolers. With an almost annoyed look upon her fair features, Serafina opened the door to the townhouse, her agitation immediately being replaced with a clear hint of surprise. The last thing she had anticipated was to find the Dark Hunter on the threshold of her home. Her stormy gaze met those astonishing golden hued eyes and yet Serafina remained silent, simply relishing in the quietness that existed between them.

The silence, however, hardly lasted long and with her arms folded under her bosom, Serafina leaned against the edge of the door frame. She waved her hand with a small flick of her wrist, "It's fine. Not like your interrupting much anyways." She responded, a small shrug shifting across her slender shoulders. She let him continue his speech, her eyebrows raising ever so slightly in surprise. After all, Serafina hardly expected to receive a gift - much less from the Dark Hunter that seemed so very against her very existence. Her gaze drifted to his blond locks as he reached up, shaking off the snow that had settled there within before flicking back to his chiseled face. There was a soft sigh upon her sweet heart lips at his mention of Raven. The two seemed determine to chastise her about each other. It was a constant battle but she hardly had the moment to inject her own thoughts on the matter before their conversation shifted to a topic that was vastly more interesting to her.

"Thank you." She responded in an almost demure fashion despite the way the corner of her lips were tilted upwards with the slightest of smuggest looks. She was pleased to know at least someone had appreciated the dress she had worn, having been quite certain the gown had entirely gone to waste considering the disaster that the night had turned into. Maybe, however, it wasn't nearly as big of a calamity as she had chalked it up to be. "Snow?" She inquired briefly, her manicured nails reaching up to her hair with confusion, only to find her fingertips entwined within his as he pulled her from the warmth of her home and out into the frigid air that nipped at her skin. She felt his rough fingertips at beneath her chin and yet Serafina hardly fought him, tilting her head towards him with inquisitiveness. The last thing she had expected, however, was to find his lips pressed against hers, her stormy gaze momentarily widening with the realization of exactly what was occurring. It took her a moment, her body melting into his touch, her eyelashes fluttering closed over her slate tinged gaze as she returned the rather unexpected 'gift'.

Her lips lingered against his, almost afraid to pull away as if this single moment would never again be repeated in time. After all, how could it? She didn't sincerely believe that a world existed in which he would continue his life with her being such a pivotal piece within it. This was merely a stolen moment in time, something for her to treasure when the nights were long, cold, dark and lonely. And yet, slowly, Serafina found herself pulling back. Despite Azrael's continued lectures, even she knew there were times when even the most breathtaking of kisses had to end. "Would you like to come inside?" She inquired, even though she was quite certain he would only disappear from her into the night now that she had released him from her hold. And yet, despite all this knowledge and insecurities and concern, Serafina still found herself hoping.