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It wasn’t often that you got drunk, but it had been quite some time since you and your friends managed to get some time together like this. The group of you had gotten rather pleasantly tipsy when they came down to see you, and were now enjoying dancing around and giggling hysterically in the rain, most of the dreary little town, already shut for the day. You would probably wouldn’t be hearing the end of it when it came to you and your friends loud obnoxious singing, not for some time at least. There weren’t many people under fifty in this town, and complaining was practically an Olympic sport around here.

As you passed through the old park, one of them noticed the large old statue, partially hidden, just a little ways off the beaten track. No one in town quite new its origin, but it had been there as long as the town had been, and it was doing no harm where it was. Most chose to ignore the bizarre nameless statue.

One of your friends whistled appreciatively at the figure, and you all laughed, dancing and stumbling your way into the tiny clearing. Your friends started joking around, eventually convincing you to climb up onto the statues base, and give it a kiss. Drunk and enjoying being silly and carefree for once, you gave a dramatic bow and clumsily climbed up the slippery base, your friends hooting and whistling at you the whole way. 

Reaching the statue, your friends cheered and teased you over your height differences, laughing as you only flipped them off. Wrapping your arms around the statues neck, you paused briefly, finally noticing how sad the statue looked up close, its face partially concealed from any other position. Something about it made your heart twinge painfully. Shaking the surprisingly sober thought off, you used your grip around its neck, to stand on the tips of your toes, kissing the slightly bent over figure directly on their cold unyielding lips.

Instantaneously, lighting struck somewhere else in the park, disturbingly close by, the following boom of thunder, loud enough to make your ears hurt. Your friends shouted and screeched in alarm, before running back onto the path, laughing loudly, headed the short distance back to your place. Unfortunately, they were all too drunk and giggly, to notice that you hadn’t followed.

Having been startled by the thunder as well, you lost your footing on the slippery base of the statue. You barely managed to fall an inch, before a powerful arm was locking around you, lifting you just enough to keep your feet off of the slick ground. 

Wide eyed, you snapped your gaze back up, shocked to find yourself meeting the wonder filled gaze of what had previously been a statue. Now, they were flesh and bone, their skin and hair soft against your hold, your arms still locked around their neck. They seemed in awe of you, and in full honesty, the feeling went both ways. Their was no question that their beauty was beyond human, their now living form, radiating with power and grace, and their eyes tugging at something deep inside you.