santa baby * [OPEN]

Alyssa shivered as a strong gust of wind carried flakes of snow down from the sky to build upon the blanket that was already piled about five inches high. She had traveled away from the festives of the main circle, leaving the pokemon and people – children and adults alike – to their own business of partaking in games and chasing each other in circles around the huge christmas tree in the center of the ‘Christmastown’ that the dream had set up. Although, now it was almost becoming more of a reality, and Alyssa couldn’t help but notice that she was actually able to feel the chilling cold of the snowy wind.

This is...just a dream, right? she asked herself, a bit amused, as she found herself under the safety of the shingle roof from the log cabin which she now stood beside. It was large, house-sized, and at the top of a hill. Based on what she could tell, it was built into the hill, so the lower floor would still be untouched until she went downstairs. In her arm she carried a bottle of French Merlot, from Bordeaux, wrapped nicely for the occasion. She had received a letter delivered by Taillow not long ago, telling her to come to the house from an anonymous sender, the person she supposed was her ‘Secret Santa’. From the looks of it, others were experiencing a similar event, just in other places.

Slipping inside, she found herself in a hallway that separated into many other sitting and bedrooms. She blinked before slipping into one room and closing the door, where she tossed her regular shirt, shoes, hat, and pants for a more winter-meeting-esque outfit that was provided in the closet next to the bed. A green, wool knit, form-fitting red sweater with sleeves that came to her elbows, in addition to a v-cut neck with a foldover collar, atop black slacks and red boots. Guess this will have to do...and the power of a dream is that it’s already sized... she thought, grinning a bit.

She picked up the wine again before heading downstairs quietly, wondering when her ‘Secret Santa’ would be there as well, if they werent already. As she stepped from one stair to another, she paused at the sound of a males singing voice. She stood still at the bottom of the staircase, with the owner of the voice now in view. Smiling a bit, she recognized the tune and waited for a pause in his song before joining quietly, hoping not to startle him.

”Think of all the fellas that I haven’t kissed, next year I could be oh so good...”

When he turned, Alyssa got a glimse of the blond mans face. She recognized him from a previous, brief glimpse she’d gotten of him. If she was not mistaken, he had been among the sea of faces that Nox had faced at the Battle of Olivine, despite the fact she’d never encountered him directly. He moved his eyes across her attire and she felt her lips threatening to twitch in a smirk if he commented. The sweater she’d grabbed was anything but one she’d flaunt out in the open, but on the basic level of things, if it kept her warm, she was happy with it.

”You must be my Secret Santa parter.” she nodded slightly, assuming the same of him since nobody else seemed to be in the house. Although they were enemies in the whole game of things, they were enemies. However, the holiday called for their peace to be made temporarily thanks to the occasion. It was a time to celebrate and be happy, a time for fondness of company, friendship, and family. For the sake of the holiday I’ll keep the peace unless the tables turn.

She blinked when he offered her the wrapped package. So he’d really gotten something, then. At least I’m not the only one.. She pulled the Merlot from its snug hold between her elbow and the curve of her narrow waist, and held it out for him with her free hand, as she took the gift offered from him with the other. ”Thank you...this one is yours...”

The gift for him was a rather fine bottle of wine, one of the smoothest reds she’d ever come across when she sampled it, and it had a sweet-ish tinge to it, but not so much that it was undesirable. Taking the gift from him, she began quietly unwrapping it, before opening it entirely. ”Oh...wow...” she breathed quietly, ”This is beautiful...”

Alyssa hardly had thoughts for anything beyond the pearls which she had been gifted. They were beautiful, the light catching them at just the right angle to make them shine to flaunt their unblemished beauty. This was really quite a find on his part...quite stunning, really... She glanced up as he pulled the wine from its protective brown wrapping. He's probably never heard of it... she mused quietly, taking the bracelet from its protective case and sliding it easily over her wrist before turning to the necklace. She ran it carefully beneath her hair and against her neck before clasping it in the front and turning it, adjusting it just so that it rest easily across her collarbones and in the middle of her sternum.

Looking up at him, she kept her gaze level as she observed him. Although she wasn't looking at any actions he performed or how he was dressed anymore, she found that she was able to find out a fair bit about a person by looking into their eyes. "I definitely do..." she said, tucking the case into one of the pockets of the slacks. "They'll be worn on appropriate occasions...a nice compliment to any outfit." giving him a small smile, she gestured to the wine slightly. "You've probably never heard of that...it's actually rather exotic. Not many have heard of it, and those that have like it very much. I hope you do as well."

She glanced at the fire place, then at the seats across from each other over a coffee table in front of it, in front of the couch upon which he'd been sitting as well.

"Shall we sit and talk?" she asked, easily stepping around him and heading towards the fire. Whether he followed or not was on him, but she was cold and the fire was a perfect opportunity to warm up.

Alyssa glanced back when he spoke, gracing him with a small smile when he complimented her, Turning back to look where she was going, she let the smile fade instantly. For as long as things seemed peaceful, she would maintain her relaxed composure. The moment things turned for the less favorable, however, she would abandon the charade and act as she normally would in such close quarters with a member of Lux. He's probably doing the same... she figured. Even if the war ended in her lifetime - which she hoped to Arceus it would - she had a feeling that those that had been Lux would never get along completely with those that had been Nox, and vice-versa. Not completely, at least.

Glancing at the chair before her, she slipped into the comfortable piece of furniture, leaning back with a quiet, satisfied, sigh. Crossing her arms, she did so with her right leg, hooking the limb over the curve of her left knee. It was a rather guarded posture in the eyes of some, but to her, it was trying to get warm. Sitting by the fire as she was, there was no doubt that she would be able to abandon it soon enough.

"So, are you enjoying your holiday, miss?"

She raised her cerulean to look at him, her gaze skewed slightly by her white bangs as she met his eyes politely enough. "I am, thank you. The snow is something I rarely see in my home Region." And by 'rarely', she meant almost none at all, save for a flake or two in Pacifidlog, Mossdeep, or Dewford on the coldest days of the year. "It's quite a luxury, actually."

She paused before adding, "How about yourself?"