here here, so that fire spirit doesnt burn anything up, i present a picture i found on the internet:
bORB
Knight: I appreciate the thought, but his flames get more intense the more emotional he is. I'm afraid this picture has done nothing but make him more of a nuisance
Him being the way he is, is exactly why I rather he not be here in the first place.
I can't imagine anything keeping his attention for long anyway. He's bound to, sooner or later, make his presence known again. So I guess...
I'm only delaying the inevitable.
FS: haha! You know me so well.
Knight: Unfortunately....
Anyway, I'm making my way to the hall now. I can only beg of you to be on your UP MOST behavior, okay???
The King is joining us.
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“Wait so you've never celebrated Christmas? Like . . ever?”
Her fingers traced the edge of one page, pausing as she took a moment to think, “I wouldn't say 'never', it's just—” She shook her head, though her eyes were still fixated on the book in her hand, “I've just never really felt a sort of enjoyment in those kinds of things. My family, er—mostly my father, he wasn't big on holidays . . . uhm, well . . . he was never really home a lot for the most part,” she closed the book whilst giving him a reassuring gaze.
“But, parties also count right? I've attended a few of them at work and they were fun i guess.” The ravenette puts the book on top of the coffee table, “Besides, it's not really any different than any other day would it? I get to spend time with all of you and that's what makes it special, no?” she smiled lovingly.
Kosuke couldn't help but frown a bit at her statement.
I mean, she's not wrong—but Christmas is supposed to be more than that right?
Christmas is about ugly sweaters, making snow angels in the park, feeling the cold breeze tickle your nose, cookies and the nostalgic smell of ginger and spices, getting drunk on spirits and eggnog, figuring out on what gift you should buy for secret santa, and most importantly . . . Warmth.
And it's not the kind of warmth you feel from the radiating heat of the fireplace, rather the kind when you're surrounded with the people you love. The sort of warmth that flushes through the whole of your body when you get to see smiles, hear cheers, and feel happy. Christmas is a time where you can give and share the love and appreciation you have for each other all through out.
The brunette placed his hand on hers, “Did you . . Have any unpleasant memories about it?” his voice was soft and tender, the feeling of worry enveloped his words in an obvious matter. Rai-Han looked at him with an uncertain expression before giving him a warm smile, “I guess you could say so . . I don't think I've had the pleasure in having a proper Christmas when i was younger. I do remember some good memories however,” she started to intertwine her fingers with his, her touch was gentle and yearning.
He observed her gesture, letting her take the time to speak. Truthfully, he loves it when Rai would tell more things about herself. And he truly loves for how honest she is whenever it's something that has effected her in the past or something that has stuck with her all her life. He could tell, from her voice, the way she talks, the way she acts adorably fiddles with his hand whenever she shares a part of her in a way that fuels his heart with endearment.
“My mother,” once again she smiled, though there was something different about this one. There was a kind of glint in her eyes, one that he had never seen before. “Holidays were wonderful with her. I loved spending time decorating the house and the little plastic Christmas tree we had cause we weren't able to buy a proper one at that time,” she giggled, reminiscing the time where she felt the pure joy and excitement. “I remember us taking a walk around the city as it snowed, seeing lights and decorations while dozens of people celebrate with joy. I remember how cold it was, my little hands were freezing even with the gloves. My mother would hold them in her warm palms and kiss each knuckle, then the cold would go away, just like that! Could you imagine?” Kosuke noticed how her smile grew each time she speaks of another core memory.
“And I remember one time where we went out to go to the bakery . . Ahh, the whole store smelled like sugar and spices,” Rai-Han closed her eyes in bliss as if she could actually smell the indulgent scent of baked goods. “We eventually bought a cake and went back home. My cheeks were all red from the cold hahah! My mom told me i looked like a little tomato,” she laughed light-heartedly.
The brunette looked at her with a lovelorn expression, caressing her cheek whilst grazing his thumb over it tenderly. “I can see she's very dear to you,” he smiled, earning a soft nod from the ravenette. “Very . . . She would've loved to meet you, I'm sure she'd adore you.” Hearing that made kosuke's heart grew warmer, “Coming from you,” he paused, moving a strand of hair from her face, “Then I'm sure that's true.”
Rai-Han smiled for the nth time, but it quickly faded after she remembered what she had said before, “Sorry If I belittled your own preference of celebrating christmas. I used to enjoy it too, loved it even . . I . . I find it hard to find that sort of love through these events anymore cause . . All that mirth, that joy, left the same day I . . Lost her,” her voice grew quieter as she spoke, earning another frown from the brunette.
“Was it, lonely?” he asked as the ravenette took time to answer, before shaking her head in response, “Not really, uhm . . Well it was the first couple of years, but, I grew used to it. And, you could say I've changed my perspective a little. I went out, met some people,” she paused, her gaze shifting towards his ruby netras, “And I found you.”
His eyes widen briefly in shock, quite intrigued by her response.
‘Found’ . . Others would've preferred to use the word ‘met’, but Rai-Han described it in a way that indicated that meeting him was not only an experience where she found her significant other, but also likely the fact the was able to found herself through him. Her lips curled into a sweet smile, “And I think I'll look forward to this Christmas with you.”
Winters were no longer cold for Rai-Han, and she would hope that this warmth will linger till spring would bless her once more.
@shuuryuhei
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