Mistletoe

Solhammond, otherwise known as Sol, had went about getting groceries. In fact both of them had gone out to do their monthly shopping session. It was one of those things which they both needed to do. It was something fun, and they often joked around while doing the shopping- even catching a meal. It had become.. nice. He was talking about his room mate, Chidori, of course.

However, as he was going to open the door to the apartment building he felt the need to look up. Upon him was a mistletoe, that was new. He supposed his landlord had put it up if only to get a chuckle at the flustered people he might see on the security cam. For Sol however, he could only imagine how strange a tradition that was. It would be at this time his room mate in question would rock up carrying some of the bags from the day.

He was looking upwards at the herb, before turning to look at her as she came. "Tim thinks he's cute." He'd point out in a bit of a monotone, but a thin smile came on his lips. Making fun of their overweight land lord was a highlight.

Solhammond was not ready for the woman to grab him with enough force to cause him to drop his bags, followed by her making one of the stupidest faces he ever seen. In truth, it was cute. The little dorky look on her face as she puckered her lips, lips which.. kinda looked enticing. At first he thought she was simply joking but as she maintained it, he knew she wasn't. In that moment his head seemed to flash red alerts, knowing that this was not a good idea what so ever. But oddly enough he found himself going with it, perhaps a little to into it. He took a step forward, callous work-man's hands coming to rest on her hips pulling her took him.

His lips would find her own, and it was unique to say the least. She was by no means a good kisser, it was as if she had never done it before. Sol was no player but he'd kiss enough girls to know his way around it, and the surprisingly soft lips of Chidori drew him in. His hands resting on her hips tightened a little bit, head tilting as he deepened the kiss- briefly losing himself in it. If someone was to look at them, one might think that they where lost lover coming together.

It occured to him to break the kiss, pulling away almost red in the face. His facial expression was neutral, as he bent over to grab the bags- and opening the door for her. He was after all a gentlemen. But he was wordless when doing so, perhaps understanding the gravity of what he done. His heart, racing. This was strange. Different.

Oh no. No no no no.

As they took the groceries in and her sudden words towards him it spoke all he needed to know that he had perhaps hurt he deeply. She hadn't crossed anything that he didn't want, that wasn't buried deep inside of him pushed to the side. Perhaps was it foolish to believe something like that was capable between them, that the kiss was anything more than childish jokes. But in that moment where their skin touched and he felt the tremble slip into him.. he had to stop himself as his hand shook placing the gorceries away. He knew what he needed to do.

As she disappear'd before he could speak he'd set to placing everything away. Each item inventories and place into the correct spot, as if it was business as usual. It was important for him to keep that normalcy, it made him feel whole. It provided a light in the melancholy which was his life, nothing but rainy dog days- until she came. His callous hands set to work removing items, as he began to bake. He cooked for them, and often for his mother, so he knew a thing or two. But he knew well her favorite treat, simply cookies. So he made them, as the wafting smell came through the apartment he allow'd her time to compose herself.

Soon he'd have a tray, and some milk. He figured it would be good for her to have a snack, something they could share. A single fist would knock on the door, his side pressing to it softly. He waited a moment, before speaking.

Sol stepped into the dark room and honestly it sorta preferred it that way, the shadows obscuring both their faces. It was hard to look at her. Not in the way where she was bad to look at, because by no means was she ugly- but he felt like if he stared in her eyes she might see how scared he was. As he came to sit on the edge of the bed, placing the plate down and the cup off to the side the man almost couldn't find the words to say something. Instead he simply reached out taking a cookie, biting it as he chewed silently in the darkness.

"Why would I lecture you?" The man asked finally after some time, holding the cookie idly. He waited a moment before speaking against, the knot in his stomach just growing by the second. An uneasy feeling spread through his core, one he was used to before an intense fight. Yet, this was no fight and the only thing at stake was his friendship with her. Did he got too far?

"You didn't.. cross anything. I mean, we did- but we didn't- I'm bad at this." The man admitted failing to even make a comprehensive sentence. He a deep breath was taken, as he finally turned to look at Chidori. "I wanted to kiss you. It- doesn't have to mean anything. I-"

'I don't want to lose you.'

He couldn't say the last bit. So he shut his mouth. Tired brown eyes fell on her, a mix of anxiety in them and fear. Chidori was his closest, and only, friend at this point in his life. She'd seen him at his lowest, which was usually bloodied and beat up after a fight or simply those long episodes of depression where it was hard to do anything. In a world of grey, her vibrant personality of Chidori had added some color to it. In their own weird way, it saved him.

Oh boy.

Sol didn't know what to say as her blue irises met his own brown ones. She always had this strange sadness to them, speckled with perhaps drive. She was always searching for something, something that he too was looking for. A purpose, a drive beyond simply living the lives they where born into. He was a man lost among many, and she was princess supposed destined for greatness. But they both lived their small lives together, and in those months they had found something akin to kinship. He liked her.

He swallow'd softly as if trying to clear the lump in his throat, a pale hand extending to take her brown one. Both their hands held their own scars from a lifetime of fighting, different battles but each taking their toll. Whatever he wanted to say was going to fall to the wayside, as his other hand came upwards resting against her cheek staring deeply into her eyes. He never was good with words, always choosing action to express himself. It was why he leaned forward to find his lips on her's again, this time slower- with purpose. Their kiss earlier had been brought on by oppurtinity, but in this moment he chose it. There was no.. excuses that could be made.

If he stilled liked, if it still burned his skin with the same vigor than it was true. If he could pull back and look her in the eye, and still want her then it was true. If she could say those same words to him, after this, then it was true. And if it was true, he'd be here for her.