Sitting near the fireplace with your boyfriend, and very strong apocalyptic horseman, you sit on his lap asleep, his masked face resting on top of yours, its near Christmas, so you have all your decorations up and the tree is all lit up. You start to stir and Strife lets out a tried and groggy groan and yawn, he gently stretches and wraps his arms around you “Your finally awake…” he groaned & rest his head back on your shoulder you nod probably half asleep, the warm smell of ginger is in air, and your eyes can see the snow basically pouring down from the large bow window in the living room