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 Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2007 8:49 pm
_______Description
Everyonebody asked for it~ So here it is! Another flatsale! Whoo! Christmas themed! The Scents you'll be trying for this time around are called Sparkling Angel and Mistletoe. Their descriptions are below~
Sparkling Angel; The uplifting scent of Apples, Pine, Berries, and Eucalyptus with a touch of Sparkling Winter Woods: Male; Bright, Kind, Uplifting.
Mistletoe; Scents of Mistletoe, Berries, Pine Boughs, & Holly: Female; Sweet, Charming, Foreward.
You may try for only one. All completed prompts should be posted here in the thread. Prompts can be submitted till December 29th, the winners will be announced on the 30st.
The flatsale will begin on December 24nd. That is when Prompts will be placed up.
Changes have occured to schedule because of christmas activities and forced cleaning ; A;. My hands still smell like Pinesol...
_______Prompts
Prompt 1 - Child Scent
The christmas season is vastly approaching and your Scent is so excited. Saint Nikolas de Fabra (shush, I'm unoriginal ; A wink and his wonderous magic filled sleigh (batteries not included) head off in a matter of days and your little Scent has yet to write him a letter with their christmas wish! It is only hours before the post closes, how do they react and do they get their letter sent out on time?
Prompt 2 - Teen Scent
Christmas time is here~ And the mistletoe is strung about in peculiar places at a party your Scent is attending with you. Near by stands the teenage heart throb of your Scent's life. How do they seduce their amazingly awesome crush to the mistletoe for a christmas kiss?
_______Entries
Zvonimir Stojkovic - Mistletoe
[kaleido] - Mistletoe <- WINNER
Silver Angel - Sparkling Angel <- WINNER
Trishtar - Sparkling Angel
Manda - Mistletoe
w.a.s.t.e.d e.n.t.i.t.y - Sparkling Angel
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 3:19 pm
I guess I'm first. heart This one's for the mistletoe. Ironic I know (and her name's 'Holly'?). gonk Prompt 2 As they entered, Zvonimir couldn’t believe it had already been a year since their last Christmas. The place was well decorated, lights and candles were everwhere, food and drinks were beautifully arranged, and people were full of holiday spirit. “Haha, I hope it doesn’t turn out like last year, when...” he stopped in his tracks. Some things were probably better off forgotten with time.
“Oh, I remember,” giggled Holly, “very vividly in fact.” She gave him a knowing wink. Zvonimir let out a sigh; it was this cheeky attitude he’s had so much trouble dealing with. Holly smiled at him and felt the need to cheer him up, “Aw Zvonnie, let bygones be bygones, it’s Christmas! We should all be happ- oh!”She gasped. Moments later, he noticed what had surprised her. Standing in the crowd was a smart-looking boy, tall, blonde. Zvonimir tried to recollect his thoughts, “Ah, this must be the Timothy I’ve heard so much about.”
Holly sighed, “Isn’t he dreamy?”
“I wouldn’t really know,” replied Zvonimir with a shrug, “aren’t you going to say ‘hi’?”
“Of course I am! I’ll even do one better,” she said as-a-matter-of-factly. With that, she took a deep breath and plunged into the crowd. Zvonimir took that as his cue to make a bee-line for the champagne and waved to Holly, as if to say ‘carry on’, even though she was no longer paying attention to him.
Watching her from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her sneaking up behind her victim. “Oh Timothy” she chimed rhythmically. The boy turned around looking rather startled. Before he could finish his greeting, Holly grabbed him by the hands and said, “You look great! Though I was really hoping to see you in a Santa costume, hehe.” She giggled cheerfully as he stammered out compliments on her dress.
‘Poor little Timmy,’ thought Zvonimir, he had seemed so smart and confident from what Holly told him. Although it wasn’t surprising for even the most popular of boys to be intimidated by her. She had always been overly friendly and outgoing and it was only her charm and general niceness that got in the way of people being annoyed by her advances.
After a while Tim started regaining his composure and the two chatted away like two birds on a spring morning. Not wanting to waste any time, Holly took his hand and literally dragged him away from the crowd. “Over here,” she said, “I want you to see something!” The two of them ended up at the Christmas tree next to the fireplace. Holly seemed to be fascinated by the ornaments and after going through the tree in detail she turned towards Tim. “Would you like some more punch? I’ll go get some,” she said as she attempted to walk past him. Instead, she pushed him a few steps back towards the refreshments table.
Then she stopped looked up, Tim was looking upwards as well. This was what she had been planning all along. Above their heads, hiding to the side of the fireplace, hung a small bundle of green. “Mistletoe,” they said together, Holly trying to sound as innocent as she could. Unfortunately, hiding her feelings wasn’t one of her strong points. She stepped closer. “Are you sure?” Tim asked, “I thought you came with your...”
“Shh,” she cut him off with a charming smile, “he’s not my significant other, and that’s what matters.” He smiled, “Okay,” and leaned forward to place a kiss on her cheek. Timothy was blushing violently; apparently he wasn’t all too comfortable with the girls despite his popularity.
The expression on Holly’s face was that of immense pleasure and slight disappointment. However, as Tim pulled his face back she leapt towards him, without warning, wrapped her arms around his head and placed her lips gently but firmly on his. As quickly as it happened, Holly withdrew herself and backed away, giggling. They were both pink to the ears now, and Holly made her escape buy skipping off to get the punch she promised.
...
Zvonimir took another sip of champagne and leaned back against the window sill. The party was now at full blast and he was trying to be detached from it as possible. People were singing and dancing, which was all good fun to watch, but the mere thought of joining in sent shivers up his spine.
“Never was your kind of thing, was it?”
He turned towards the voice and met with Holly, who had stopped by to see him after her many dances with Tim. “You just like to eat and drink,” she joked, looking flushed from all the fun she’d been having.
Putting his empty glass on the end table, “Ah yes, the drinks,” he grinned. “At least someone’s been having a very happy Christmas, hasn’t she?” Holly let out a mock gasp, “You saw?” It was hard to tell if she was boasting or being bashful. “Well,” said Zvonimir, and he trailed off as he straightened her hair, “you go and have fun now, just remember that...” but Holly was pointing to the ceiling, beckoning him to look up.
He tilted his head to see what was above him. ‘Mistletoe’ he thought, “No wonder the ladies have been avoiding this window,” said Zvonimir with a laugh. He didn’t notice Holly sneaking up to him until she kissed him on the cheek. “Merry Christmas Zvonnie,” she beamed at him and he smiled back. Maybe the issues of ‘letting go’ could wait.
“Merry Christmas, princess.”
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 8:14 pm
Name: Noelia (Italian; Christmas/God's Birthday)Scent: Mistletoe Guardian: Sena Tsubokura (daughter of a crooked politician)Prompt 01 "I don't care if you have to hunt down the fat man himself and deliver the letter personally, I will not accept failure in the least," Sena scolded, reclining on her chaise lounge and drinking her eggnog with an air of indifference as she lectured the henchmen crowded around her dainty feet. "There is no reason a girl as lovely and refined as Noelia should suffer the heartache of being unable to send a letter to de Fabra." The room was lavishly decorated, over flowing with Christmas cheer in celebration of the holiday and Noelia's welcome to the family. With a fire roaring in the fireplace and the room glowing with candlelight, the young woman's harsh commands of her servants clearly seemed a bit outside the realm of the holiday spirit. She sipped her eggnog precociously, daring any one of her father's "assistants" to challenge her holiday demands. "Sena, I finished it! I really finished it!" Noelia beamed holding up the fruit of her painstaking labor. The card was nothing short of a dizzying, carnival of colors and a menagerie of holiday pictures. Even from a distance, Sena felt a twitch developing in her eye. Trying to conceal her dismay, Sena made a mental note to educate the young child upon adequate decoration of stationery for effective holiday communication. With time running short, forcing the little one to crank out a second, more suitable copy would simply be cruel at this delicate time of year. "Let me give it a quick look over, to make sure you didn't forget anything important. Better yet, let's give your powers of persuasion a test drive," Sena said feigning matronly concern for you young charge. Quickly, her attendants discretely took out their cleverly and hidden notepads in preparation-- a clear indication the debutante trained her servants well. Despite her doting and adoration for the little girl, Sena still balked at the idea of being a mother figure, especially when there were so many fabulous parties left to attend. Noelia jumped up from her low writing desk, and plopped herself beside Sena. Close up, the card was unbearably festive complete with lots of metallic markers and cut outs fastened with accordion springs. Sena's eyes reeled at the sight, but remembered that Noelia was merely a child, a festively, holiday fragrant one. With that in mind, she gave the card a slow look-over, examining all the embellishments and accents with scrutiny. It wasn't much concern as the child was young and could certainly be taught to exercise some restraint. Perhaps when she's older, Sena mused, leaning her head atop the child's as she drew the little one into a sideways hug. Noelia coughed daintily to clear her throat in preparation of her proclamation to the king of retail. "Dearest Saint Nikolas de Fabra: My name is Noelia Felice Tsubokura. I have been what Sena describes to be 'a lovely and refined girl' this year. I think that means, I've been really, really good, right? The only coal I would accept in my stocking would be diamonds, and I don't think you have those in your magic bag, do you? Though, I really should not lower my standards, I think for your sake, I should select items more in your realm of exp-p-pertice," Noelia read, holding the paper close to her face and stumbling over the longer words scribbled in marker and crayon. Pausing momentarily to receive an appreciative nod, the child beamed when Sena bestowed a genuinely interested and proud smile upon her. Clearly, all her long nights of eavesdropping at her guardian's door as she entertain guests, refused suitors, and lectured the household help had paid off. "I request the following entertainments: a Kamikaze Girls Special Edition doll set of Ichigo and Momoko, complete with Yankee Girl Scooter for Two and the Baby the Stars Shine Bright Lolita Dresses. Also, I would like a hedgehog. NOT a blue Sonic monstros-s-sity, but a little roly-poly, spiky one. I will name him Bonafacio, and he will be good luck and have a good destiny. That is all. I appreciate your compliance," she continued, following the sentences with her finger and reading in a dignified tone. Pointing to the pristinely colored picture of a table with milk and cookies, she wrinkled her nose with pride and nudged Sena. The debutante nodded with approval, impressed that the child had already negotiation skills that would make even the most harded underworld mob boss blush. "Your efforts will not go unpaid. I am prepared to make you an offer you can't refuse: home-baked cookies from scratch and a pitcher of milk with your name on it. Merry Christmas, de Fabra. I'll be waiting. Love, N.F. Tsubokura."Finishing off her eggnog, she set the glass on the table, mulling over the last bit of holiday sweetness and the child's letter. Engrossed in her reading, Noelia didn't notice the men furiously scribbling down notes as she read the letter to Sena. "It's perfect, Darling," Sena said, snapping her fingers at the man closest to the child's writing desk. He hurried over with the necessities to get the letter into the post: glue, an addressed envelope, and a handful of holiday stickers. "You can go with Shigeru to the post office to make sure it gets there safely.""Wahoo!" Noelia exclaimed, lightly pecking Sena on the cheek and giving her a tight, full on hug. Hurrying over to Shigeru, she saddled up beside the young retainer and allowed him to help her gingerly put the letter into the envelope and seal it for safe keeping. Using every last sticker on the sheet, she nearly covered ever last centimeter of the envelope. Jumping onto Shigeru's back, she kissed him lightly on the cheer and latched onto his neck protectively. Clearly, the youngest assistant was the child's favorite bodyguard. "Shigedeer, Let's go! Mush! Mush!""I want everything prepared tonight. Use any means necessary. There are eight of you, so this shouldn't be a problem," Sena said in a low tone, trying not to burst into laughter at Shigeru's new namesake and the irony that Noelia confused the commands for horses and sled dogs. Lazily tracing the lip of her glass with her finger, she picked up her glass again and took a long drink. "It'll be taken care of, Lady Sena," an older attendant said, looking over his task list with confidence. "Ryou and Nobuo will take care of the dolls, Keiji and Jun are on the hedgehog, and Arata and Daiki are communicating Lady Noelia's requests to the chef as we speak." "And I want the diamond tennis bracelet, Yutaka. You can take care of that one personally," Sena smiled smugly, looking at her petite, naked wrist. "Noelia can have it... when she's older."
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 2:09 am
[Entry for Sparkling Angel] A little tow-headed boy no older than seven or eight years old sat on the edge of his bed, tapping the bottom of a colored pencil against his chin as he thought. A small green dictionary lay just in front of his crosslegged feet, and he pushed it carefully aside so he could lie down on his belly and use the dictionary as a makeshift writing table. The intense concentration showed in his hazel-gray eyes, and after some time, he set the green pencil to the sheet of white paper under his left hand and began to write.Quote: Dear St. Nikolas,
My name is Kaleb Xu. How are you? I am fine. I am sorry for the trouble, I am sure you're very busy this time of year, but Mom told me you would be more than happy to get me something special for Christmas because it's your job and you like to do nice things for good boys and girls. It must be hard to work all night on Christmas. I hope you have a good vacation the rest of the year. Quote: Mom says I haven’t been a perfect angel this year but nobody's perfect and I'm no less an angel and that makes me a very good boy. If you think she is right, you can give me something if it's really not too much trouble. She doesn't write what she wants because she says that grownups are too ol not as important to St. Nikolas as kids so she doesn’t write letters to you but I think she would still really like something but I am only guessing. Quote: She has been writing all my letters to you so she never writes anything for herself but now I am old enough to write my own letters and I think she deserves something special too. I think she wants a kitten but she's afraid we can't take care of one. I'm sure we have enough room and I would help her feed it every day and I think it will make her very happy, so if you can please send her a kitten I would thank you a lot very much. I think she also wants a new coat because her coat is getting worn and dirty and she doesn't want to go out and buy one even though it is old and too big for her. Maybe that would be easier to get than a baby kitten. Mom says I should not worry about her and just tell you what I would like for Christmas. What I would really like is not really a toy but to learn the violin. My mom has one from my uncle but it is so old the strings are breaking really easy and the bow got eaten by bugs and is starting to fall apart. Quote: I really love music so I am very, very sad that I will not get to learn to play the violin. I know violins are very, very expensive so if I hope you don't have to spend too much money. I can wait if you want to think of something else, so you don't have to worry about getting it exactly on Christmas.
Once again, little Kaleb set down his green pencil, scrambling down from his bed to tug on his coat and boots to go door to door delivering holiday cheer to neighbors and friends alike. Several hours passed as all the deliveries were made and several invitations for hot chocolate and a chat were extended and accepted. By the time the pair got home, it was already dark. Kaleb's mother started preparing dinner, and Kaleb ran back to his room to finish his letter to St. Nikolas de Fabra.Quote: That's all I have to write this year, so Merry Christmas. And if you get really busy and need my help, please let me know because I would love to help you in any way that I can. Mom says I would make a great St. Nikolas's helper. I hope so, so if you need help just write back soon. Thank you very much and Merry Christmas.
Love,
Kaleb Xu
"Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry, I forgot. The mailman’s already come and gone today, and..." Kaleb’s mother trailed off at the look of pure anguish on her little boy’s face. "But... we still have a little time before the post office closes! If we hurry, we can still get your letter to St. Nikolas before Christmas." Kaleb’s smile instantly reappeared and he dashed off to pull on his coat again. Sighing a little at her lapse of memory and at her son’s enthusiasm, Han-hui wrapped up the half-made dinner and stuck it in the refrigerator to be cooked later and grabbed the St. Nikolas letter, sticking it into her coat pocket.
After an hour and forty minutes of driving through snow and waiting through rush-hour traffic to get to the post office, Kaleb and his mother returned wearily but triumphantly home. Kaleb's face was positively aglow with the remnants of the absolute pleasure he had felt at finally posting the letter with his plea to St. Nikolas de Fabra for a secret surprise for his mother. He had the best feeling that it was going to be a wonderful Christmas.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 11:33 pm
Sparkling Angel Prompt 2 Quote: “Christmas is coming. Christmas is coming,” sang a little boy as he danced around a brightly lit Christmas tree. The tree was covered in popcorn strings and random ornaments which built a rather ridiculous appearance, but he didn't know any better as he danced and hung more and more ornaments. As he placed the last of the ornaments on the tree, he took a step back and brushed his hands off and puffed his chest out in pride. “Dad! It's done.” A smiling middle-aged man entered the living room as he removed his reading glasses, “It looks wonderful Christian.” The boy nearly glowed at the compliment. Grabbing his father's free hand, Christian gave him a tour of the Christmas decorations in excitement. “Did you see the stockings, dad? I put up your favorite! The one's you always wear to work.” And there on the mantle was a pair of worn out dress socks that nearly choked the man, “And look dad, I even brought out milk and cookies for Santa.” The coffee table was soaked in spilled milk and cookie crumbs. It was obvious that the boy had been a little too earnest in his preparations for Santa's visit. “That's great Christian. Now it's time to go to bed of Santa won't be able to visit and drop off all the things you wished for.” “How is he going to know what I wished for?” “Well by reading your Christmas list of course.” The boy's eyes rounded as he stared in his dad in horror. A Christmas list. He had forgotten to mail Santa his Christmas list. “Dad... I forgot my list.” “Why don't you go write one now then?” “But how will be get it? Christmas is tomorrow.” “Don't worry. He will.” Somewhat reassured, Christian ran to his room and poured his crayons on the floor as he quickly drew out his Christmas list. He hadn't wanted much. “Dear Santa,
I was a good boy.
Dad calls me a devilish angel. That's good, right?
I just want you to know that I want a soccer ball.
I hope you get this.
Merry Christmas.
Love, Christian.” Christian made sure to draw out a soccer ball just in case Santa wouldn't be able to read his writing before racing to his dad with letter in hand. “Dad. Dad! DAD! I finished the letter. Go mail it, hurry!” “The mailman's been here and gone for awhile now Christian. It's nearly dark.” “But you said...” Tears gathered in his eyes as he bit his lips from crying out loud. His dad had said it would be ok. Now how was Santa suppose to know what he wanted for Christmas? He held up his letter and the tears spilled, running down his chubby cheeks. The man picked up his son as he wiped away the boy's tears. “Boy's don't cry, remember?” Christian gave a sniffling nod before he hiccuped from holding back his tears. “Now, there is a magical way to get your letter to Santa.” “How?” “I hear that some people send their letters through the fire. Santa collects the ashes and they'll turn back into your letter.” “Rea-lly?” “Really. Why don't you send your letter now?” He sniffled as he climbed out of his dad's arms. Christian held onto his letter tightly before throwing it into the fire. Watching the flames devour his letter, he whispered a prayer, “Please, Santa.”
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 3:37 pm
Name: Rachel Scent: Mistletoe Guardian: Amashen or 'Shen Prompt 1 - Child Scent The christmas season is vastly approaching and your Scent is so excited. Saint Nikolas de Fabra (shush, I'm unoriginal ;A; ) and his wonderous magic filled sleigh (batteries not included) head off in a matter of days and your little Scent has yet to write him a letter with their christmas wish! It is only hours before the post closes, how do they react and do they get their letter sent out on time?
But no. The girl he'd ended up with was determined to be boring. Sweet and charming to an absolute fault, she also had the tendency to get upset over the simplest and most ridiculous of things. Like this whole letter to Saint Nikolas bit.
'Shen had tried to explain that it simply wasn't possible for one man to deliver toys to every child in the world in a single night, but Rachel wouldn't listen and just kept right on insisting that she had to write a letter. She just had to. Well fine. 'Shen had finally just shoved her into her room with several sheets of paper and some broken and bent crayons. Let her write her idiotic letter.
Only problem now was that she didn't know how to write. Well, that wasn't his problem, was it? Rolling eyes, 'Shen reached for the phone - intending to call Tiis and hopefully convince the other to come over for a while ... "celebrate the season" and all of that.----------------------------------------------- Rachel sniffed again and glared half-heartedly at her closed door, more sad and upset than really angry. 'Shen was a mean person. It hadn't been hard at all to figure that out from the start. But still... he was her guardian. And ...and even if he said Saint Nikolas wasn't real, she didn't believe him. He hadn't said that she wasn't allowed to write a letter, she just... didn't know how to.
Biting lip slightly, the girl wiped nose and eyes on a tissue from her bathroom and stared at the blank piece of paper and crayons scattered over the floor. She didn't know how to write but... but maybe if she drew a picture, Saint Nikolas would understand?
Yes... that's what she would do. She had to at least try...----------------------------------------------- Several hours later, a small knock came at 'Shen's bedroom door. Tiis had come over ...but he was gone again - the two of them having fought over 'Shen's little game he was playing with the rest of the Scent-owners. Tiis didn't like how 'Shen hid who and what he really was, waiting until the perfect moment to destroy the guise utterly. The pink-haired male preferred doing everything openly - and as flamboyantly as possible.
So to say that 'Shen wasn't in the best of moods was a bit of an understatement. Flinging the door open, he glared down at the girl. "What?" he growled impatiently.
Almost flinching, Rachel blinked up at him and then held out a couple of sheets of paper. 'Shen reached out and snatched them then glared at her. "C-could you ... please mail this to Saint Nikolas ... for me?" she asked, in a very quiet sort of voice.
"No," he replied flatly, flinging papers back into the room behind him. "Go back to your room."
Eyes widened at that and Rachel was crying again, running back down the hall to shut her own door. Her letter... she had worked so hard on.... never to be sent now.
After a moment or two, 'Shen just growled again and closed his own door, going to pick up the pages - intending to throw them away, no doubt. But something on the second page caught his eye... The first page was filled with small drawings of various toys and things that the girl wanted - rather unremarkable. The second page though... contained a larger drawing of himself... and what he assumed was supposed to be Tiis (it had pink hair at least) standing under some sort of plant with white berries (mistletoe..?) and kissing one another. Off to one side, two little girls stood hand in hand, smiling ... Rachel and Ryelle. So... she wanted them all to be happy, did she...?
Well. Maybe... that wasn't so bad a thing, though she had missed several things that likely should be in the picture. Like, oh... chains and blood and the like. Some part of him had to admire the effort, though. Oh... to hell with it. 'Shen shoved shoes on his feet and snatched a coat and keys, yelling down the hall, "Fine, I'm taking your damned letter to the post office!!" And then the front door slammed, and he was gone.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 4:33 pm
Scent: Sparkling Angel
Name: Lucian (Latin for light)
Guardian: Shira Anzen
Prompt 2
“Lucian! For the last time, we have to GO.” Shira hollered from her place in front of the kitchen stove. Nimble hands quickly worked her family’s tribute to the Christmas dinner they were to be attending tonight. The family being: herself, her aunt, and her three ‘adopted sons.’ “Demos? Go get your brother for me, will you?” Shira sighed and wiped her hands clean of the a few last minute spices added to her homemade beef stew she’d worked the last hour on. She made sure to put on a lid on the giant pot before taking it off the heat and placing it on a thick kitchen towel to cool. The oldest of the boys flickered green eyes at his mother and the clock.
“Sure thing.” Demos had pulled out the apple pie they’d bought earlier and placed it next to the pot of stew. His red head was gone in a flash as he jogged to the back of the apartment and towards the bedrooms.
“Christmas is stupid.” A sour tone piqued up from the mop of green hair that sat at her feet. Ethan, the middle child, had yet to move from his spot on the floor by his mother. The boy was, unfortunately, a constant grouch, and he was always trying to throw in his two scents of pessimism. “Why do we have to go over Auntie Sole’s?” He mumbled over his high collared shirt, picking at non-existent fuzz on his sleeve.
“Stop whining kid.” The flat command suggested that this was something Shira had to repeat constantly. “You’ll have a good time, just like you always do. Now do you have everything ready? When we leave, we leave.” Shira turned on the vent above the stove and whipped out a cigarette, deciding to give herself an early Christmas gift. “We don’t have time to come back to apartment. The Post Office closes soon and we’re already going to be late to your Aunt’s. You guys won’t have time to mail your letters to Saint Nik if we don’t get a move on.”
Ethan gave his mother a look of annoyance. “Saint Nikolas isn’t real mom-”
“Yes he is!” A light voice interrupted. Shira glanced at the young child who came in with a pep in his step- regardless of the fact that his older brother just insulted one of his heroes. Lucian was just one of those optimistic kids. Demos’s tall figure came behind him with a hand on Lucian’s shoulder. “He was finishing up his letter.”
“Just now?” Shira raised her brow and walked around the kitchen counter into the small strip that led to the doorway. Shira picked up her thick winter coat of the coat rack that stood next to the cherry wood door and proceeded to buckle and button the tedious garment. Demos soon walked over to do the same. “He only re-wrote that thing a good ten times.” The cigarette bobbed her mouth as she spoke. She didn’t mention that Lucian hadn’t let her see the letters; saying they were secret and for Saint Nik’s eyes only. She supposed it was just one of those things kids did.
Demos laughed. “Lucian seems to be having a blast with this thing.”
Meanwhile, the younger siblings were having a conversation of their own. “Only babies believe in Saint Nikolas.” Ethan made a childish sneer towards his brother.
“It’s Saint Nikolas de Fabra,” Lucian said with a bit of pride in his voice, happy that he could educate his brother about the amazing Saint Nikolas. “And I’m not a baby! He’s real! And he’s gonna read my letter, and he’s gonna check his list, and see I’m a good boy, and come to Gaia with his reindeer, and climb down our chimney, and leave me presents for Christmas!” Lucian rushed together his sentences all in one breathe like children often do.
“We don’t have a chimney, stupid.” Ethan looked smug. Lucian ignored this and aimed his bright eyes towards Shira, “Right momma? Saint Nickolas is real?”
Shira refrained the urge to snicker at the excitement Lucian held in his voice. Honestly, the kid was so cute. “Of course he is, Luc.”
“See?” Lucian held a knowing look and put his hands on his hips. “Told you he’s real!” In response to Ethan’s grumbling, he blurted out. “I know Saint Nikolas de Fabra will get you something anyway Ethan. ‘Cause he’s really really really nice.” He gave his brother a reassuring smile.
At this Ethan tried to look annoyed again, but he let some of that childish hope shine through his face. He knew he failed to look angry, and walked to the door to join Demos. “Mom, can we go now?”
“Mhm. Grab the pie, Dem, and let’s go then.”
Lucian cheered as they walked out of the apartment building. Soon they were out the door and in the small yet cozy car- after some prompting from Shira to Lucian, who had immediately began to make snow angels in the fresh snow. The two children, Ethan and Lucian, were strapped in on either side of the back seat, while Demos took shotgun with the stew by his feet and pie in his hand. The dark night called for her brights, and Shira swore quietly as the clock illuminated when she turned on the car to show that they had very little time to make it to the post office.
“What’s wrong?” Demos showed no sign of shock with his mother’s vulgarity.
Shira was still frowning when she turned from the clock to Demos. “I’m not sure if we’ll make the Post in time…”
“WHAT?!” Lucian harped in a very non-boyish voice after hearing the failed whispers between his mother and older brother. “You mean I can’t give my letter to Saint Nikolas de Fabia?!” Ethan then said something in regards to the nuisance of saying St. Nik’s full name, but it went unheard by Ethan. The boy was still in hysterics about the current predicament. “But mom! I have to give him my letter! It’s important!"
Shira pulled off the curb and into the street, looking around cautiously. “Don’t worry, boy. We’ll drive fast.” The boy immediately calmed down at hearing this.
“Thank you mom!” Lucian gave her one his big grins. “As fast as Saint Nikolas and his reindeer?” Lucian added and exaggerated with his hands.
Shira shrugged. “Sure, why not.” Demos was the only one who didn’t miss the warning smirk on his mother’s face before she sped off into the night. As he clutched the pie to his chest and ignored happy squeals and grumbles from his brothers behind him, he prayed that there were no cops and salted roads the whole way there.
As they were driving, Lucian had stopped his squeals to look at his mom in the rearview mirror. “Mommy! You want to know what I wrote to Saint Nickolas de Fabia?”
Shira glanced at him with a raised brow, and decided not to question. “Sure Lucian.” She should not have been surprised as he cleared his throat, and began to recite his letter from memory:
“Dear Saint Nikolas de Fabia, I’ve been a really really really really really really good boy this year. For Christmas I was hoping I could have a new Ian action figure, since Ethan broke my last one-“
”It was your fault!” Ethan tried to feebishly argue.
“-and it was my favorite toy. And please give Ethan a pretty plant for Christmas, because he likes plants a lot, and Demos a girlfriend-“
“Excuse me?!” Demos's face grew red.
“-becasuse he says he would like one a lot, and mommy a new job, because she get really grouchy and tired when she comes from her old one. Thank you. Sincerly, Lucian Anzen.” He beamed with pride with the end of his letter.
As Shira pulled in front of the post office and signaled to an old looking man who was about to lock up, she laughed. It was obvious that he didn't truly know what a few things he had asked for meant, or how Christmas lists actually went, but such was true innocence; and that had to be cherished.
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