I thought this was going up tomorrow… I’m going to start using the calendar to track where my text is done up to since this has happened several times. Going to make this one public. – Tiff
Several minutes later, Lexx took a long look at the closest entry way into his island home. It disgusted him. There were people milling around a more attractive entrance further down the beach. Cheerily bright decorations in golden colors were draped all over the place, and there were glimmering gold orbs floating in the air. So many orbs. So many people.
This place was supposed to have been a private home, a fortress of solitude in a nice tropically warm area, where it rained and his closest neighbors were colorful birds. More work had been done to his home and it irritated Lexx.
“Ugh, what did they do my house?!” Lexx grimaced as they walked closer. Damian was waiting for them and for a brief moment, Lexx realized that he was grateful to him. Damian had kept this entrance clear, knowing it was the place that Lexx would be likely to show up at. He didn’t have to talk to anyone, but still, the decorations!
“You’re early!” Damian greeted the trio, a bounce in his step as he walked up to them.
“This isn’t a joyous affair, Damian.” Lexx scowled at his friend.
“It might be!” Damian protested with a disappointed look.
Sirius and Serenity trotted away from the group without a word, walking quickly across the sand and through the entrance way to Lexx’s home. Swiftpaw stayed by Keith, but gave the two a curious look. Stealth trotted after them, ears back, looking angry.
Lexx stared at the ground, considering Damian’s question. It was annoying to see all the color, because it felt so fake. Were these people here to see him fight or cheer him on to win and not be bound to the game any longer? Why were they here? Lexx looked up at Damian, who was grinning happily at him, always supportive and positive. Damian and likely all of those who called him friend were there to be supportive. Nobody wanted to give room to the possibility that Lexx could die.
“No.” Lexx sighed reluctantly. Seeing silver, a color of mourning, like stars in an ever dark background of space would have been hard to see as anything other than cheering on his death. That’s what dressing in silver signified.