“Ice cream, eh?” Shiloh said, studying Quinn and doing a poor job at hiding his smile at the rambunctious deer. It wasn’t long before Quinn had moved on from Ian and onto him, nosing at his shoes to make them jingle. “Not surprising considering it’s Deus but it doesn’t sound all that bad, it’s too bad it seems like we missed the truck, huh Ian?”
He didn’t have to look far to find his boyfriend, as his wings dripped snow onto his chair, drop, drop, and drop. Shiloh scooted over, and shook himself a little, glancing up at him.
“Yeah, can’t say I was expecting to star in a real life version of ‘Elf Yourself’ but things could be worse,” he grinned widely. And he meant it, having experienced first hand just how much worse the supernatural side of things could be. Christmas festivities were far from the depressing venture that had been, and feeling childish, he caught one of the snowflakes falling from Ian’s wing on his tongue, before looking around them properly. There were moving trees and gingerbread men, and a whole lot more snow people.
“So, what do we do now?”
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