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["I didn't think you would."]

Xaver felt more than saw the disproving shudder that ran through Ginny's form, and he found himself nodding almost automatically.
"I don't like that very much."
He tipped his head slightly, "I didn't think you would."
His brother.. anything to do with him.. Xaver gritted his teeth against even his twins name.

"Is there any other way? Such a thing could have great power against you..."
Xaver shook his head, a shoulder raising slightly as good explanation failed him.

"It's tragic to be so old, and have not the answers to everything."
There was a hint of a smile behind the mask of concern that had overswept his features.

["It is not just a necklace,"]

"Why? I mean, it is just a necklace, but it is something I would like Cody or Meliody to someday have."

Xaver chewed his lower lip, both thoughtful and stressed by the thoughts running rampant through his head, and the emotional gourde thumping within the cage of his chest. He loved his family, and held them all to the highest endearments a Fallen lord could create. Xaver wanted to always give them the best he could offer of soul and purchase, it was true, and Ginny of all people knew this. She was his lover, his wife, and his best friend - she knew him as thoroughly as he could possibly fathom anybody did; she was the epitome of a soul mate.

"It is not just a necklace," he said softly, as she wrapped her arms around his middle. He was comforted by the gesture almost as much as by the sweet, familiar smell of her. Wrapping an arm lightly around her shoulders, he let his blue eyes fall back to hers.
"It's what is called in my- the Fallen world, a 'soul sweep'. It is often translated as the soul 'sneak', because of the ..uncanny ability the necklace has to follow the moods and predicaments of the provider. My grandfather invented them years ago, and they have been somewhat of a family tradition.. heirloom?.. ever since in the Xian clan. A little of this, a little of that.. meaning a mix of a dying man's thoughts, a baby's tear, and a little irretrievable power. A droplet of blood, which is obvious, and a feather of Black. The Xian's are the only existing Fallen with black wings, or in their wings. Each family and heritage has its own colors and schemes, but we have long since had the darkest color. Darkest history, perhaps.."
Xaver shook his head, disconnecting from the tangent.
"It's not just a necklace.." he said again, gently.

"If there is a way, love, I'd like to try it."

Xaver knew that. Of course he knew. He just...

"It would require talking to him. Offering a little power, blood, and knowledge to spark whatever remains of his soul to free him temporarily. He buried his secrets with his ragged remains."

["Baby."]

Xaver's gaze met Ginny's, his eyes dark oceans of untold emotion and severity, focused on his wife in both adoration and concern.
Almost knowing how her expression would change upon his answer.
"Baby."
He shook his head then, planting a kiss upon her forehead, and rising from where he had come to sit beside her. Xaver ran a hand through his thick hair, fingertips lightly grazing the train-track staples holding the edges of a large laceration vertically set in the back of his skull.
"No."
No... It.. No.
Xaver ground his teeth as his thoughts all but stuttered, focusing on bad images and unwelcome thoughts.

["There is a way,"]

[I see that posties can no longer be modified after a while. Hmm.]

So that was how she'd gotten Xences to cooperate. There was hardly another way. The only thing the other Xian heir had ever responded to was corruption or treachery or bribes. The necklace had been enough.
Xaver chewed his lower lip for a moment, rubbing his thumb over the top of her hand.

"There is a way," he said quietly, though his dark eyes grew troubled at the thought. The lines in his handsome face grew deeper, and more tired, within the moments he sat there and mulled it over.
His gaze returned to hers.
"Though within me there is doubt would I be pleased or keen on the measure of your acceptance."

So that was how she'd gotten Xences to cooperate. There was hardly another way. The only thing the other Xian heir had ever responded to was corruption or treachery or bribes. The necklace had been enough.
Xaver chewed his lower lip for a moment, rubbing his thumb over the top of her hand.

"There is a way."

[NOT FINISHED]

["A little of this, a little of that, a droplet of blood, and a feather of Black,"]

"A little of this, a little of that, a droplet of blood, and a feather of Black," Xaver murmed almost automatically.
His eyes met hers as he squeezed her hand, shaking off the image that had taken over him.
"My necklace?"
His gentle gaze was as questions as it was curious.

["Yes."]

She faced him now and took his hand within her own, and Xaver's raging heart slowed, easing into a gentler, more familiar rythm even as his nerves wound tighter. He knew the question that was coming.
"Is he honestly, truly..dead?"

It was the eyes that haunted Xaver most.
Dark eyes that were so like his own.

"Yes."

["What do you want to know, baby?"]

Ginny shifted to better look at him and he let his eyes trail over her figure appreciatively.
"I'm glad you feel better, Xaver," she said.
Xaver nodded, knowing well enough himself that he was lucky to have even made it back to England.
"Tell me, my love...what of your brother?"

Xences.
A subject both he and Ginny had escaped since he'd been home, Xaver felt his heart cringe. His twin brother had never been the subject of joy or any sort of enlightenment - he was his other half and had been the sole figure in their younger sister's death and on many occasions almost Xaver's own.
Ginny's eyes probed at his soul, and there was naught Xaver could do to avoid them. Not that he would particularly choose to, anyway. There wasn't much to be in the way of secrets between them and their marriage.
Xaver settled back into his chair as he met her gaze.

"What do you want to know, baby?" he returned, ready to answer any of her inquiries and worries.

["Well as always, beside you."]

Xaver had just began to pull away when her arms encircled him and pulled him closer. He smiled warmly at her welcome and kissed her back, lovingly, tenderly. After a moment he withdrew and planted another kiss upon her nose before moving to draw up a chair and sit beside her.

"How'd you sleep? Still seem a bit bruised up, babe."

He nodded, tilting his head to the side just slightly as he considered her question.
"Well as always, beside you."
Xaver passed her a smile and shifted to a more comfortable position on his chair, slouching slightly.
"It's not so bad, in the scheme of things. I am as well off as I possibly could be, now."

["Mmfh."]

It was the first slivers of morning light that woke him, slithering through the slightly parted shades and stealing across the sheets. Xaver stirred with a soft moan, his arm shifting up slightly to the now cooled pillow where Ginny's pretty head usually was. His eyes slid open, his brow furrowed as he drew in a breath, then let it out in a yawn, stretching his arms above his head and gently pulling the tensed muscles of his abdomen, hips, then legs. He gave a muffled grunt and relaxed as pain simmered throughout his figure - remnants of his trip to the States not more than a few weeks or so ago.
"Mmfh."
His tones were little more than a whisper as he swung his legs over the side of the bed with a patient and well-controlled grace, bare feet hitting the new carpet. Gripping the bed-side table for support as he rose, Xaver's tall, lean form made an impressive shadow over the dresser as he made to it in all his naked and still-recovering glory. He dressed slowly, shuffling on simple briefs and sweatpants that sagged comfortably to sit at his hips, foregoing all else and turning toward the door. He didn't feel the chill of the morning, yet a shudder still traced through him, goosebumps springing up over a fresh pink scar that trailed from his left hip and up like mangled barbed-wire to his right shoulder. He had spattering of train track staples here and there, holding together not yet healed injuries. The bruises littered about him were paling, however, and there hadn't been any sign of infection for days.
He padded easily, quietly, across the carpet of his home, the tips of his rough fingers grazing the wall of the hallway as he went. Emerging soundlessly into the living room, he paused, a smile tipping his handsome features.
Ginny.
Xaver truly loved his wife, and the sight of her, morning light brightening up her gorgeous face and the tints of her shockingly red hair, had him forgetting the morning scruples with his recovering form. Nabbing a blanket from arm of the nearest couch, he moved toward her, making some noise now purposefully, as to not surprise her. He stopped near her extended knees, gently draping the cover over her feet and slender legs and bending to brush a kiss over the corner of her mouth.
"Good morning, beautiful."

So.. this my job... =D Heehee.

Ya'll are so purdy. And handsome!

Now I believe I am beautiful, fun, and awesome. I believe I have a pretty smile and pretty eyes.
I also know I have a rockin' body, haha.
I mean, when someone is this good for you, it definatly has gotta be something special.

Darling, I'm glad you're seeing what I've been telling you for AGES. -giggle- You sexy beast. I love you.
-Xaver applauds-

As the coauthor of the Xav-Ginny love story...heehee... I agree it's heavenly. I miss it.
Let's boogie, and write more. Yes, yes, yes??  :-*

I luff fishies.
heehee.

I got snowed out of college all week. yayyy.

Very pretty!

["As would I."]

"As would I."

To not have to worry about his safety, his wife's safety, his babies' safety..
True, there would always be a threat, but..
Xaver's gaze flickered to Ginny's, leaving his main thought unsaid - if Xences wasn't around, the threat didn't have to be so close. So dangerous.
If Xences was dead.
It was so odd to say, to know, with any kind of certainty, that he finally was.

Xaver closed his eyes and rested his head back on the pavement, reaching a hand out to her and settling his palm on her knee.

"How are our children, love? How are you?"