Iris, giggling devilishly to himself in satisfaction over Ahote's reaction, approached Aeluri and would snake an arm around her if she allowed before following the two grown men even though he didn't feel like building a snowman himself. While watching the two make their adorable frosty creatures, the purple-haired man took a flask out of his pocket and dumped a healthy portion into his hot chocolate now that he'd sipped enough down that it wouldn't overflow. Out of all the flavors offered, he found that bourbon and chocolate was his favorite, and they hadn't offered anything boozy. Ah, now that was better. The cold numbed his nose, ears, and fingers, while the added booze numbed the rest of the already drunk man. Not that it mattered, because honestly Iris still functioned 'normally' while drunk. He had to be extremely sloshed for it to start to affect him, and that was a level that was difficult to achieve on a public outing with friends. There was always later at Boomslang.
"Aw, look at them, Aelu~" he purred, attempting to snuggle up to her. It looked like he was doing so because he was cold and criminally underdressed for the weather, but really it was just that the cosmic being craved human contact. Of all his addictions, his need to be touching someone was probably the strongest one. And while all of his vices were always on full, unabashed blast for everyone to see, the deep-rooted reasons for them were locked away tighter than the Rune Knight's highest security prison. "Good grief, Ahote made a snowbunny. Watch him blush~ He loves cute stuff, which I think is so funny. When we were in Basilisk Fang, he hid this side so well. Too well!" the alien gushed, peeking a blue-tinged finger from under the ragged sleeve of his thin black jacket to point at the brunette. His likewise thin green shirt did little to combat the cold either, but at least his brown pants offered some warmth. He shivered but didn't seem to notice, instead tapping his foot and gently bobbing to the jolly tune the Music Man played. So far he was certain he and the green-haired man would get along criminally well...for a number of reasons, the biggest one being that the musician was absolutely stunning. Iris licked his lips just looking at the Veridian man. "They're both so cute I could just eat them up~" Iris cooed, though his intentions were always decidedly less pure than his words may have come off as. Aeluri would know this better than anyone.
However, watching the two play in the snow would only amuse the restless soul for so long. Iris wasn't one for holding still once his interest at ben lost. He needed stimulation. Boredom snatched him up easily, and when Iris was bored he got into trouble. The itch to search the crowd for a nice set of new peepers was rising, and he didn't want to 'ruin another festival' for their ex-boss. Shame. Crowds like this were perfect for reaping. With a sigh, his lilac hues searched around for something to get into. Nearby there was a sign reading 'sled racing', seated atop a steep drop off that he could only presume went down one of the safer sides of the mountain. Hm...there were some shady looking teens hanging around. As much as Iris loved chaos, he didn't feel like being bashed over sharp rocks and trees with no one to share in his euphoric pain but some untouchable minors. That was a bust.
Just down from the sledding area was another displaying several crystal clear blocks of ice. Oh, that looked fun. He could make something beautiful~ Like a heart! Gulping down the rest of his spiked hot chocolate, he held his kitty mug out for Aelu to have if she wanted a pair to take home. "Heeey," his sultry voice drawled, jabbing an ungloved finger toward where his eyes rested. "Wanna sculpt some ice?" he asked the wallet thief, the girl that was probably the closest thing he had to a best friend in the whole world. "It looks like a good time~ Come on, please!"
Regardless of whether she came along or not, Iris darted off through the snow to get into the contest before it started. A handsome young man explained the contest to the ancient space dust, but a hand flamboyantly waved him off. Iris cared not for the contest itself. He just wanted to carve something. Taking the tools into his hand, he pondered on them. Such barbaric, ugly tools. No, that wouldn't do to make his perfect heart. So instead he decided to use a jetstream of hot water to both cut and gently melt the curves of the puffy heart. Working carefully with his wiggling fingers, he began to sculpt his masterpiece.
Before long, a perfect heart formed, free of the harsh marks a chisel and file would make. It retained its crystalline purity, acting nearly as magnifying glass since it was quite concave. All he needed to do was clean out where the two rounded humps met in the middle...and that's when it went wrong. Inexplicably, the water jet from his finger suddenly cracked the ice heart right down the middle. The two hunks flopped over off each side of the pedestal into the snow below, looking like two halves of a best friend bracelet or something stupid like that.
The buzzed killer froze, eyes just staring at the pieces before widening slightly. "My heart....broke..." he muttered in a hollow tone, strangely devastated. The source of his shock didn't come from the futility of the hard work he'd spent on something so simple and aesthetically pleasing, but from a place steeping much deeper within the enigma. No matter how much he numbed himself, if he wasn't diligent enough with his distractions, the thoughts would creep in. It wasn't too bad at first, though it threatened to drive him crazy. An unpleasant pain ebbed in his chest as jumbled memories of a silvery-haired man flurried like pages in a flipbook, except instead of animation coming together, it was just chaotic scenes spliced together. Longing, lots of skin, feathers flying, nails scratching, mouths melding...then splatters of blood, a wicked smile, female curves...another face from ages ago assaulted him in his moment of weakness, mutating his expression into something full of animalistic rage. How dare she still plague his mind. How dare she! She'd take his eyes, everything he had, and still dare to taint the happy memories he'd made with the man he still searched for without rest? He would not accept her haunting what little he had of his stripper-love.
Before he knew what had happened, he had viciously attacked the pieces of heart with the ugly tools he'd rejected earlier. It was as if he was possessed. In each lump, he saw her face. His now glowing red eyes could see nothing else as he drove the chisel into her treacherous face over and over again without satisfaction, shattering it down to a fine powder instead of extraterrestrial blood. At last, he rose, chest heaving, and threw the chisel and file down. Deep frown still pulling at his usually so nonchalant face, he stalked off.
[wc: 1213 || 1565/1500 - Event WC met.]
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