👀👀👀 mistletoe for FinéxIzetta
Ahh hey friend! Hope you’re having an A+ holiday and here’s some mistletoe FinéxIzetta *~*~*~*
“So…you bring a tree…inside?”
“I guess it’s a little strange if you’ve never done it, but yes.”
“Uh. I’m…not really sure, exactly. There’s a history behind it but it’s not one I know off the top of my head, it’s really just tradition at this point. We all just kind of do it,” Finé giggles.
Izetta has never heard a thing about this holiday. The whole thing is a little strange, but she supposes a lot of traditions are to people who don’t know them well. And Finé is terribly excited about it, chattering on about how it’s their first Christmas together, delighting in showing Izetta all the little traditions. The only thing is there’s a lot of them. Decorations on absolutely every spare surface. And this kind of decoration goes here, this one over here. Certain kinds of foods, different things to do on different days, gifts.
And now there’s picking out a tree that they’re evidently going to cut down and bring inside.
“Sorry if this is all a little much. Or a little weird.”
“No weirder than any witches traditions would be to me. I didn’t get to learn many of them either. So maybe this is a good substitute.”
“I mean, part of the reason you didn’t get to learn your own is because of these… the inquisition was religiously motivated….you know, maybe it’s not a good idea-” Finé stammers, going pink and Izetta shakes her head.
“Finé, it’s not the same thing. You’d celebrate mine if I knew anything about them. So, explain to me about this tree.”
Finé smiles and continues, successfully re-routed.
“We’re trying to find the biggest one. Well, the biggest we can fit in the house anyway.”
“What about that one?” Izetta points.
“Oh, sorry, I should’ve explained. It’s supposed to be a certain type of tree. Like these-” she points to a spruce and a fir in turn.
“Would a pine tree work?”“It might be a bit sparse for what we need it for, but you’re on the right track,” she smiles. “Oh! What about this one?”
She points to a thick fir.
“I like that one,” she tells her. In actuality, she has no idea how to judge a good tree from a bad one, but if Finé likes it, it’s good enough for her. “Only, do we have to cut it down? I’d rather not. If that’s okay. If we can find a way.”
This may be the only part that Izetta’s own beliefs clash with.
“Uh. Well usually we do to bring it inside. But uh…yeah, let’s see what we can do.”
Finé isn’t going to cut the thing down herself. Neither one of them know quite enough about doing that safely enough. She’s just scouting for one and intending to let Bianca settle it, if Izetta knows her.
A week later, Finé comes trudging in, dragging a sled with a massive tree on it.
“I got the gardener to help me with this. It’s not the same tree, but this one was already potted. We thought it might be a good alternative. It won’t be as big because we have to factor in the pot, but-”
Izetta realizes what she’s done. The tree is potted so they can keep it alive.
“I love it,” Izetta smiles. “Thank you. I’m sorry if I upset your tradition.”
Finé shakes her head and smiles.
“Traditions need changing sometimes. Maybe this can be a new one, we can use the same one every year.”
“I like that,” Izetta smiles.
“And now we have to decorate it.”
“We…here, I actually have a picture. Like this.”
She shows an old photograph of her as a child. Izetta knows it well, she keeps it on her dresser in the little house they share. She’s just never understood what the decoration in the background was for.
“Oh. That was a Christmas tree?”
“Yes. I was five, I think?”
“You look so happy, look at you. You like this holiday, don’t you?”
“It’s a big deal for us, yes.”
Finé launches into an explanation of how to decorate the thing. They spend days making things for it. Little ornaments hanging from strings so they can be slipped on the boughs. Strings of popcorn on thread to hang on the tree and paper ones like it.
Then there’s the decorations everywhere else too.
“So, do we put the popcorn ones outside too?”
“No, we use these-” she holds up some green ones that just look like tree branches strung together.
“Oh. And what’s that for, do we put it on the tree too?”
“Oh, no, that’s a wreath, it goes on the door.”
More and more things appear in the house. Apparently gifts are central too, but they also have to be wrapped in themed paper and they can’t be placed anywhere. They have to be under the tree.
It’s shockingly complex. But then, Izetta also doesn’t have much to compare it to and Finé loves it so.
And then there’s the day they cross each other as Izetta’s trying to get into their room and Finé is trying to leave it and she freezes and giggles.
“Oh it’s uh-” she points up to a leafy little clump she’s pinned up above the door. “It’s mistletoe. You’re supposed to kiss if you and another person pass under it.”
“Are you sure you’re not making that one up?” she giggles.
“I’m actually not!” she grins back. “It’s a real tradition.”
“So if I ask Nadine tomorrow, she’ll say the same thing?”
“She will. But even if she doesn’t, does it matter?”
Izetta makes a show of considering it carefully. She smiles.
“No. I suppose it doesn’t.”
Finé kisses her with an impossible warmth and Izetta thinks for all its complication, this holiday isn’t bad.
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