[AW] Baby it's cold outside [Thalia]

The heat of her body could be felt against the backs of his legs, close enough she was almost touching him. Her laugher soon followed her fading warmth. Lazarus found himself digging with more vigor at the frozen earth as Thalia spoke. "You can rest your pretty little feet when I'm done." Spoken in an overly loud tone that could be described as teasing, from his place head first in a deep hole. He just wanted to be sure that Thalila heard him. Yet, he still finds his mind starting to drift. Thoughts starting to creep from the dark places in his mind; teasing with what if's and could have been's. Thalia's voice brings him back to earth. "I'm a scary guy. Resting death face, what can I say," dry sarcasm leaks from his tongue as he tries to overlook the woman's newfound name for him. Hearing her laugh the man feels a stab of annoyance. With a grunt he begins to dig as fast as his paws could move. Dirt no doubt flying out and all around from behind him. Thalia probably had a mouthful. A sly smirk works over his lips as he snickers to himself. "Darlin, I think it's raining!" he all but laughs out his words. That would teach her to tease him!

Once the den was finished it had enough space to fit both inside of it. Although neither would likely have personal space. "Shelter's done," he called out as he crawls out of the den. Yellow eyes find themselves locked onto her seafoam pools, raging with a thousand expressions. He knew she was lying. Or at the very least downplaying how she felt to try and lift his spirits. Lazarus practically looms over Thalia as he stands in front of her, though insted of saying anything he merely glides to the side indicates for her to crawl inside the hole. "I don't know how much further someplace warmer is sweetheart, so this will have to do...now hurry it up short stuff I'm cold too you know!"

Lady Thalia

The horned man makes a chuffing sound, vivid yellows giving a light roll at her statement. "No," rough vocals start to clarify, "I think your feet are smelly." His voice fell from his lips with all seriousness, as his face suddenly went still of all emotions. Wicked yellows trying to dig their way into the depths of her sea foam stare. The beast was waiting. Watching, for her response. As she entered the den Lazarus leans down trying to get close enough to whisper in her ear as she passes, "Besides, I can think of other things far more attractive than your feet," heated, teasing words slip from his tongue in a husky tone.

Lazarus stands at the den's entrance. Lingering as a solitary figure, yellow eyes giving a quick check of his surroundings looking for any traces of life. Something he could eat, but alas nothing was there. Hearing Thalia call for him Lazarus let out a low growl, though it was of course playfully annoyed in its nature as the brute squeezed into the den. "Stop calling me that! he grumbled. After making it inside Lazarus finds that he had in fact made it smaller than originally thought. And despite his tries, well the two seemed to be becoming a tangled mess of legs and wings. On the plus side it was much warmer in here. Probably more so for Thalia than it was for him, because Lazarus's back was blocking the entry way effectively seeming to keep what little wind slipped inside, out.

Lady Thalia

A sound between thoughtful and disbelief escapes him like a sigh at her words. So she thought his feet were smelly? Just like that the man found himself practically glowing with mischief; hell he was fighting to hold in his laughter as he let out a loud fart. "Thalia!" he gasps with shocked seriousness, "that was not lady like at all!" the beast playfully scolds her. Lazarus was glad for the subject change and was pretending not to notice her rather forward nature. He hadn't been expecting it and for now wanted to avoid it. All this time spent around the woman was growing a familiarity. Something that almost made the man weary and sore from ghosts in which he avoided.


For a moment Lazarus stiffens from Thalia's touch. The hair along his nape starts to stand on end, and perhaps if the circumstances had been different he would have pushed her away. Instead a stiff breath leaves him, his body forcibly melting to her touch. The man cranes his head the best he can to look down at Thalia as she her head against his chest. Such a small action. Yet, it felt like a pound of bricks to his heart. Too intimate; far more than words or meaningless contact in the heat of the moment. Reddish brown ears prick at her soft thanks. A frown collects on his maw. Guilt washes over him like the changing of a tide. In truth, he'd never helped Thalia with honest intentions, all of it had been for personal gain in some form, at least at first. Lazarus clears his throat, tentatively resting his chin softly onto of her head. "Good Night Thalia,” gentle murmurs ease from his mouth.



~{Timeskip -- twilight / sun will be rising soon}~

Sleep never comes for him. Hours pass and he does nothing more but lay and wait, listening to the quiet breathing coming from his companion. Why was he still hanging around her? It wouldn't end well; nothing ever did-- he was a walking disaster. Yellow eyes glance down at her sleeping form. She looked so peaceful. And for a second he finds himself seeing Lux in her place. He blinks, trying to wsh away the figment of his imagination. Feeling suddenly restless Lazarus tries to untangle his limbs from hers and carefully exits their hidey-hole. He needed some fresh air.

Lady Thalia

For a while Lazarus sat outside of their makeshift den lost in his thoughts, but linger long he would not. Lazarus took to his paws and started to leisurely stroll around the frozen woodland. Bright yellow eyes found themselves turned to the sky, trying to peer around the thick canopy of trees that threatened to block the heavens from view. A frown tugs heavy at his dark lips. He attempts to snarl; practically invites anger to fill his veins at the thought of them. Yet, his heart only seems to seize with the pain of a thousand cracks. So bad he wanted to hate his mother, his lover..ex lover; both of them-- all of Ethriel. They were murderous bitches. Still, he finds himself daydreaming about those bright molten copper eyes, the soft touch of her blonde fur, how she smelled. It was like suffering from perpetual whiplash of emotions; hate, longing, betrayal. Worst of all were their ghosts. Children that almost were. Lazarus would often try and imagine how old they would be now-- who they would have looked like. But he would never know.

A voice, something like a dreamy sigh called to him. Thalia. Lazarus halted all movement, paused mid-stride. Some time ago Lazarus might have just slipped out on her in the middle of the night and not returned, but now; that was a completely different story. He couldn't just leave her. Not here in this frozen wasteland. That would be like telling a rabbit to hop in his mouth, that he wouldn't bite (knowing damn well he would and was going to). Still, he would be a liar to say the thought had not occurred a lot recently. He was getting in too deep, becoming attached to someone other than himself since Lux...it was becoming quite the tricky situation.


Long lanky legs carry him easily through the snow until the distance between him and Thalia was no more. He appears to her from behind. Movements are made to be as silent as possible as he sneaks up behind her. Yellow eyes catch sight of his long shadow stretching out in front of him, and he finds himself glaring at it, it would ruin his plan if she saw it! Then something interesting happened. His shadow started to shrink, shriveling up until it was.. gone? Lazarus blinked, his focus that had been manipulating the shadow was now gone, allowing it to snap back to its rightful place; long and outstretched in front of him. "You called?" Sudden sound births from the silence; a voidless sound as if all emotion has been stripped.

Lady Thalia

(Ooc): sort of fillerish, laz just being haunted by the past

Lazarus could see the relief that seemed to wash over Thalia's features as she laid eyes on him. "Here I am," he remarks in a sarcastic pitch. Choosing to play it off as if he had not heard those hushed last words. Thalia was growing on him. Day by day she seemed to worm her way into his life as more than just another friendly face. She was his friend, of that he felt certain. Because even if he chose to tell himself otherwise, he would have her back no matter what. She'd earned his respect over their time spent together as traveling companions.

Thalia's next words drag him from his thoughts. Claiming that her and Madame voodoo were no related. "Really? You two look very alike though.. you sure you're not yanking my chain woman?" An easy grin rolls sloppily across his dark lips. What happened next quickly wiped the grin from his face. Yellow eyes found themselves trained on Thalia, watching her every move as the air around them becomes thick with tension as every raw word fell past her lips. Lazarus was quiet for a long time as she spoke, listening intently as she explained the reasoning for their journeys. Funny though, he couldn't exactly picture Madame Siobhan as the mothering type- then again he hardly knew her. Next she would speak of her real mother and Lazarus can't help but feel an ache in his chest as the story hit close to home. He too had a mother who didn't want him. The brute offered no words. He merely stands there, listening intently as she continued her story. Letting the metaphorical weight from her shoulders.


When the tears started to fall rapidly, tears that until now Lazarus had been trying to ignore. Even as her small body vibrated with the rage of loss and hurt. They were things he couldn't ignore any longer. For a second he is silent. He just stands there watching her; totally frozen like a deer in headlights. Lazarus wants to find the words to make things better. Perhaps wise and soul soothing; alas he come up blank. And so he settles for something else, something more than words. Dark paws pull him forward, sitting right beside her where those massive dark wings unfurl. Wrapping themselves around the smaller female and hug her to his chest. Though Lazarus is quite a bit larger than her he manages to peer down at her, gently brushing his muzzle under her chin. His pink nose burying into the crook of her jaw where he places the faintest of kisses. An action that causes him to tense at realization of what he'd done. After a moment he relaxes and pulls away from her. Moving so they are face to face, yellows drowning in her sea-foam stare. "Don't cry Thalia..." he murmurs softly offering a small smile. "You're gonna turn into an icicle with those wet cheeks," he attempts to lighten the mood.