@lady-quen has a gift:
Sliding Sielu a whole basket of Misterican-safe candy :) there are notably cloud-shaped marshmallows of various colors.
Unprompted || ACCEPTING
There is a short, delighted gasp as he takes the basket in his hands. His mask quickly retreats to its port as he sniffs out the treats.
No poison. Good.
He pops a marshmallow into his mouth.
"See, my pretend attention span works fine after all. Now... where's Aamun? He should get some treats too. Ooh, maybe Valo would want some as well..."
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He’s pretty sure he could drive the road back home in his sleep, and for all intents and purposes, he may as well be dreaming. The winding road, the cornfields blanketed in white, the twinkling of faraway lights, the soft, staticky Christmas music on the radio, the fact that he’s here at all, standing in front of the farmhouse as if nothing had changed.
But everything had.
He’s greeted by two sets of kids he doesn’t recognize, all but breaking down the front door and screaming ‘Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam!’. Of course he catches them and hoists them up anyways, spinning them around and giving them kisses and hugs in abundance, but he couldn’t remember their names, ages, or favorite colors. When they let him go, running back into the house and yelling for their parents, he lets the smile fall, takes in a shaky breath to steady himself. Al lays a hand, solid, on his shoulder, reminding him that, yes, this is real, they’re here.
If it wasn’t for the touch, Sam wouldn’t believe it. Al, here, in Elk Ridge, with a bunch of Becketts? Al, not spending the holidays somewhere glitzy and glamorous and enjoying his freedom, getting back to his life of not constantly being tethered to Sam?
Then again, Thelma Louise Beckett was nothing if not formidable, and she’d insisted, leaving no room for protest and Admiral Al Calavicci with no choice but to acquiesce to her demands with a simple ‘yes ma’am’.
Well. They’re here. He can at least try to enjoy it, try to fit in, try and pretend like he’d done this a hundred times before.
“I just don’t understand it, Sam,” his mom is saying as he helps her carry the trays of freshly baked cookies into the dining room. “I mean, it’s amazing! One minute, you could hardly cook a TV dinner on your own, and the next… well, now I think you should be in charge of the kitchen, not me!”
“Aw, c’mon, Mom,” he’s responding, huffing a nervous laugh as he sets the tray down. “I-I learned from the best… eventually. I–”
He stops when a hand catches his, and he’s turning to face @andstrange , who’s giving him his trademark Calavicci smirk, somehow managing to be sweet and smug all at the same time.
Sam thinks Al must’ve said something, or maybe his expression says it all, as his free hand points up and Sam follows his gaze toward the green, leafy tangle adorned with white berries, tied neatly with a red bow that absolutely wasn’t hanging under the light fixture he last time he checked. Heart tripping over itself with nerves or complete and utter joy, eyes crinkle with a toothy smile as he leans down, circling his arms around him. Al trails rough, callused fingertips over his cheekbones and jaw.
Their lips meet just as gently, and Sam melts into the embrace, tugging him close, wondering why he never realized before how right this feels. He could stay here forever, he thinks–
“HOO-YAH!” Tom whoops, fists pumping in the air, causing Sam to break the kiss, trying and failing to hold back his laughter.
“Tom!” he tries to chide, but his eyes are twinkling when he looks at his older brother, bounding over and encasing them in a bone-crushing hug, managing to lift both of them up off the ground. “Tom, your back, you gotta be careful!”
“Like hell I do! This calls for a celebration! Katie, you owe me fifty bucks!”
“I do not!” comes Katie’s immediate retort, every inch the little sister even as she joins the hug, jamming an accusatory finger into her eldest brother’s rib. “You cheated, hanging the mistletoe like that! The bet’s off!”
Tuning out the sounds of his brother and sister’s play-argument, Sam turns his attention back to Al, eyes warm and smile full of tenderness.
“Merry Christmas, Al,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss to the corner of his lips.
It’s good to be home.
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Merry Christmas Cast! You have helped me be a better person and ond of the people that have had the most impact on me. I hope you and your family are doing well always. Thank you for all the creativity, maturity, and humanity you have shown me over the years even when I may not have deserved it.
( aw, gosh, thanks so much finn! the family's doing well, bab's gotten very big and very silly. and you're welcome for my part in your journey. i'm really proud of the person you've grown into, and i'm so happy we're friends. )
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ibara and christmastime-- hc
while Ibara may be the first person you'd assume to be all-in on christmas festivities, this isn't necessarily the case!
of course, it is a holiday with great significance spiritually, but for Ibara, that's why it's a more serious and even solemn affair. Ibara's faith is a topic I could delve way further into and it has a lot of nuances-- things from family tradition and a kakure influence to personal research, experience in institutions, etc-- but regardless, Ibara is a person who believes in truth and simplicity. More secular traditions, or things brought together through an amalgamation of time and cultures like Christmas pop and reindeer just don't make much sense to her. He can't bring himself to hate the gift giving, though. It's what St. Nicholas of Myra would have wanted, although charity and practicality, in her mind, comes first to more extraneous gifts.
He's also not sure where the fried chicken comes in. Or why the advent has turned from a time of fasting to chocolate calendars. Where do you people come up with these things?
She is a sucker for a pretty tree, though. It must be said.
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i think the only christmas specials that should exist are the ones that bring together the most dysfunctional maladjusted people on earth and force you to see the messiest drama in your entire life
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