#chermartini

[deepspacexavier]

Friends Is An Understatement

{Closed with @chermartini | continued from here}

Xavier didn't mind the ambiguity, like this, not with her nestled against him. It seemed she fit so perfectly. However, hesitation is a foul thing. It sneaks in, absorbing into his frame like a deft liquid into a sponge, making every thought and interaction tepid. For now, all he can do is sit here, watch her, and wait.

"Not here." He chides, gently, wondering if she can still register the sound of her voice. He had said to move to her bedroom, not to stay here on the ground.

"I'll help you up. I won't let you stay like this. And," Briefly, he rubs his head against hers, fondly, almost teasing while he reaches across her body for her hand, "You need to hydrate before you can sleep more...you did drink a lot."

He knows she needs to, but he has to research what the most helpful items would be for her. "Get up. I'll help you." He instructs, as gentle as a feather . He stands first, then outstretches his hands towards her in offering.

[deepspacexavier]

it’s been a minute.

i wandered off for a while, but the moon felt a little lonelier without you. also saved some cherries for you. the sweetest ones in the bunch :)

"There you are."

There's relief in his voice, brightness in his eyes that washes away the dull way the world looks.

"I looked for you and... found some cool places we could see together. I just got back too. I guess fate brought us back to each other's side once again."

More emotion wells in his eyes and it isn't long before his restraint breaks and he's crushing his arms around her to lift her and hold her steady above him. It feels better this way - the weight of her in his arms. All along studying her features as if she were a candy he could stuff in his cheeks for later. Scouring her curves and lines for differences and injury, he draws his eyes up and down and lands them on her deep hues. She was more beautiful than he remembered.

"I missed you...so terribly."

[deepspacexavier]

Cher has finally managed to get Xavier to clean his home. As she was dusting off his wardrobe now, there was something that caught her attention, the mask. Smiling to herself subtly, she walks out, holding it out to him. “So, I found this.”

“I thought with how much you hated it, you’d probably thrown it out already, but you kept the costume, didn’t you?”

Following the wanderer attacks on the city and ensuring she was fully recovered, he'd admitted his own apartment had fallen to some neglect. While he wasn't untidy in nature, the past few weeks had rendered him unable to attend to things as well as usual. That and, over the years there were numerous things he'd held on to merely for the sake of it. Outdated things without much use now. He thinks to himself that maybe his girlfriend might find it interesting.

And of course that thing is the first thing she brings to him. At least it wasn't the real one.

Making a face, he takes the Lumiere mask between his thumb and forefinger as if holding a dead rat.

"No, I meant to get rid of it," He begins, not realizing he sounds unconvincing if he does, " That's why you're here. To help me get rid of junk.... but since you were still recovering from your injuries and spent money on it... I decided against it."

He purses his lips, knowing she has to be getting some enjoyment from this. "I'm not going to put it on."

[deepspacexavier]

Cher had enjoyed her time with old friends, not suspecting she had drunk too much until she found herself stumbling as she walked outside.

Thankfully, her friend dropped her off at her apartment. She stayed downstairs, sighing as she sat on one of the benches and started calling a very close friend— Xavier, the one she had started to like, a lot on his cell.

—

(this is when they are just friends :))

The first time she calls, he hears it through the shower, and jumps out quickly, but is unable to answer it in time. He takes a moment to collect himself and is about to dial, when the second call comes through. Now, he wonders what it could be, especially knowing she isn't presently at home. It's not like her.

"Cher? What's wrong?"

He asks it calmly, but there's urgency in his breath.

[deepspacexavier]

So you were satisfied with the photoshoot then...

@chermartini

[deepspacexavier]

so…. there was a single box of cherries left in the fridge, but it’s not in the same spot anymore when i looked this morning.

would you happen to know where it might’ve gone? 👀

They got up and left.

We'll have to retrieve less slighty ones from the grocery. I'm on my way there now. Text me anything you want and I'll bring it back for you.

[deepspacexavier]

❄️

“You looked like you needed a little frosting!”

He laughs in surprise. "Do I look better in white? Let's see, we should match for the holiday, shouldn't we?"

Quickly he picked up a wad of snow but instead of throwing it he sprinkles it on her shoulders and top of her hair in a halo shape, ending it with a soft kiss to her cheek.

"Snow wasn't in the forecast but, we can say my snow angel sprinkled the stars on me instead."

There would be plenty of time to get her back and blame the wind when she wasn't looking later.

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Threw a snowball

[deepspacexavier]

pst pst how’d u like a cherry pie? perhaps after a homemade dinner consisting of some wine and pasta? it’s a date, come soon <3

↩️Cher ❤️ [Did U really?

I cant wait 😊

I'll be on my way soon

Took the wrong train 😖

A wanderer changed all the signs

I wasnt asleep I promise]