Xmas 02

                                             Prompt: Mistletoe 

She never failed to take his breath away, such was the strength of her beauty. For one brief moment he merely stood in the entrance of his tower, leaning against the stone frame, just watching her. She was petite next to the tall teenager, speaking quietly to the boy, her face wearing a kind expression. The boy was nodding, his face forlorn but accepting of his fate.

Lenneth reached out with her hands, placing them on the boy’s shoulders. She closed her eyes in concentration, a soft white glow emitting from her hands. The boy began to glow, and Lenneth pulled him towards her in a tight embrace. Lezard took a step forward, his booted feet crunching in the undisturbed snow, but his protesting shout died down when he saw what happened next.

Before the Valkyrie could complete the hug, the boy turned into a ball of white light. She cupped her hands around that mass of energy, pulling it towards her breastplate. It evaporated upon touching the metal, and a wind forced her hair upwards, ruffled the feathers on her helmet. Her eyes were closed, the Valkyrie seemeing to be lost in quiet contemplation of the recent events, standing as still as a tree.

Lezard smiled, and crept closer to her, careful to keep from making too much noise. Inch by inch he drew nearer, and soon he was close enough to brush his fingers against her wing tips. Every part of her was sacred, but to be able to touch those magnificent wings of her would truly be a moment he cherished forever.

“I know you are there, foul necromancer.” Her voice suddenly rang out, Lenneth’s tone warning. “Lay not one finger on me lest you should grow to regret it.”

“Ah…But Lenneth my dear…” Lezard said, not at all thrown off by the warning. “How could I ever regret experiencing the touch of you? Surely it would be worth a few moments of pain to feel your sublime beauty in my hands. To feel the soft silk of your hair, to caress your pale cheek, to touch that which you encase in iron hard armor.” He let out a jovial laugh then, sweeping his arm forward. “I would risk the eternal damnation of Hel, sink to Nifleheim in this very spot for just the briefest of touchings.”

His eyes narrowed, his expression sly as his gloved fingers went to brush against the feathers of her wings. But before he could make the desired contact, they evaporated into light, white with a hint of blue to the power, melting away into her back. “Ah, what a shame…” he said with some regret.

“Everything you touch turns black and foul.” Lenneth stated, her voice holding a hint of ice to it. “I’ll not let you do the same to me!” She was turning, her braid bouncing against her back from the force of her motion. Her cerulean gaze met his, piercing and angry, and her lips curled back into a snarl. “Necromancer! Was it you who killed the boy?”

Lezard sighed. “I can see you’re all business as usual.” He raised his hand, sliding his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Yes I admit it. I killed him.”

“Why?” She shook her head. “He was just a child….he should have had his whole life ahead of him…”

“For you I would repent my actions.” Lezard offered her a crooked smile. “But I cannot be sorry for what I have done, not when it has brought you to my side.”

“You’ll not hold me here!” Lenneth said, her hand going to the sword at her side. Her fingers grazed against the hilt, but she hesitated in drawing the weapon, staring at Lezard with narrowed eyes.

“Perhaps.” He agreed, knowing he had not prepared a suitable trap for his lady love. “But that won’t stop me from trying!” His teeth flashed in a wide grin, Lezard whipping his hands upwards, magic crackling over his fingers. Lenneth let out a gasp, drawing her sword, holding it two handed before her,

“Lightning bolt!” His voice rang out, and blue electricity burst forth from his fingers, dancing towards the Valkyrie. It smashed into the blade of her sword, and she let out a scream, her hands surely growing numb from his attack.

While she was distracted by his spell, Lezard took the time to move, rushing forward to seize her around the waist. His one hand grabbed hold of her sword, whispering out a spell, “Gravity Blessing.”

Black ichor traveled up and down her blade, coating the metal, making it brittle. Lenneth let out a gasp, seeing Lezard smile at her, even as her sword shattered into a million tiny pieces. It happened in an instant the casting of the spell, his arms going around the Valkyrie’s body. She let out an enraged scream, kicking out with her legs, and down they toppled, falling into the snow.

They grappled with each other, fighting for control, rolling to the left, and to the right, each one never staying on top for very long. Lezard let out an impatient grunt, and was casting his lightning spell once more, stunning the Valkyrie with his magic. She made a pitiful sound, Lezard grinning to hear it, even as he eased out from under her armor heavy body.

His breath came out fast, heavier from the exertion of wrestling with the Valkyrie. But he wouldn’t let his shortness of breath distract him from his prize. He quickly straddled her waist, grinning down at her. She glared up at him, her eyes showing her hatred.

“Ah ah ah…” Lezard laughed, grabbing at her wrists as she tried to sit up. “You’re not going anywhere…Not yet at least.” He pinned her down, even as she went wild, body bucking, trying to throw him off. He would have enjoyed watching her struggle more without the armor on, surely her body would be a delight to behold.

Clumps of snow fell from overhead, and Lezard spared a glance upwards, seeing they had rolled beneath a tree. A bright green plant with red berries hung from a branch, tied with a gold ribbon, decorations those blasted carolers had distributed around his tower. But in this one instance he found he didn’t mind a bit of holiday cheer, and he looked down at Lenneth.

“Do you see that Lenneth?” He nodded towards the plant. “It’s mistletoe.”

“I hope you choke on it!” She snapped back, face enraged at having him holding her down.

“Now now…I won’t be eating it. After all, mistletoe is poisonous to us mortals. However…” His smiled widened. “There is a quaint holiday custom associated with the plant, something those silly little Christians came up with. Do you know what it is?”

Silence was his answer, Lenneth just glaring up at him. “Ah….of course not. I don’t doubt you care much about their traditions, but I think you’ll find this one to be quite nice.”

“What are you doing?!” She demanded with a snarl, seeing him bending downwards so that his face hovered mere inches above hers.

“Lenneth…” He breathed out her name, his breath mingling with hers. “You’re supposed to kiss beneath the mistletoe….”

“Don’t you dare…” She began, and he let out a delighted laugh, even as he sealed his mouth over hers. Her enraged scream was muffled against his lips, and he took advantage of her open mouth to dip his tongue past her parted lips. She tasted sweet, like a flavorful wine he couldn’t get enough of. She struggled as Lezard pressed down against her, using his weight to keep her pinned down.

~I could get used to this.~ He thought, kissing her all the harder, enjoying the feel of her tongue against his. ~So very used to this indeed.~