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L wakes curled against Misa's back, his arm wrapped around her, cradling her stomach. The room is blurry for a moment before details begin to emerge; then it becomes obvious that everything is wrong.
The room is generally dark, but brightened by the cool false daylight that streams in through the windows. Now the light is cold and bright, and he can see that there's snow on the outside of their windowpanes. The room itself had been decorated in black, grey, and red when he went to sleep (restful, he thinks, though he would prefer something lighter); it has transformed into what he supposes is meant to be a holiday wonderland, with touches of red and green and gold. Their garnet velvet bedspread, for example, is now dark green. What had been black wood in their furniture has changed, as if touched by Midas, into muted antique gold. The mantel over the fireplace has a garland of real holly leaves and berries, and in the open walkway between the bedroom and the living room, a ball of mistletoe hangs from the ceiling.
The small Christmas tree in the corner of the room, between the fireplace and the bathroom door, is expected; Misa dragged it there and set it up a week earlier. Everything else is a surprise.
This isn't the first time it has happened; the room changed when she moved into it, and went entirely white for about twenty-seven hours or so after they bound themselves to each other. But this is the first time the decoration has happened as the result of a holiday, and he wonders if perhaps they should find a new room.
The room has been relatively benign apart from that, though, so he pushes the thought aside, angles his neck, and kisses just below her ear. "Misa, it's time to wake up."
It's her twenty-first birthday.
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The room is generally dark, but brightened by the cool false daylight that streams in through the windows. Now the light is cold and bright, and he can see that there's snow on the outside of their windowpanes. The room itself had been decorated in black, grey, and red when he went to sleep (restful, he thinks, though he would prefer something lighter); it has transformed into what he supposes is meant to be a holiday wonderland, with touches of red and green and gold. Their garnet velvet bedspread, for example, is now dark green. What had been black wood in their furniture has changed, as if touched by Midas, into muted antique gold. The mantel over the fireplace has a garland of real holly leaves and berries, and in the open walkway between the bedroom and the living room, a ball of mistletoe hangs from the ceiling.
The small Christmas tree in the corner of the room, between the fireplace and the bathroom door, is expected; Misa dragged it there and set it up a week earlier. Everything else is a surprise.
This isn't the first time it has happened; the room changed when she moved into it, and went entirely white for about twenty-seven hours or so after they bound themselves to each other. But this is the first time the decoration has happened as the result of a holiday, and he wonders if perhaps they should find a new room.
The room has been relatively benign apart from that, though, so he pushes the thought aside, angles his neck, and kisses just below her ear. "Misa, it's time to wake up."
It's her twenty-first birthday.
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Date: 2010-01-01 09:28 pm (UTC)From:I'm so glad! I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to watch you work on them.
::picking up the package, she carefully opens it much like she did the first one, then lifts off. Her eyes go wide and a big smile spreads across her face::
Ooooo!
::Using her index finger and thumb, she lifts each piece of clothing out, hanging it in front of her vision::
Oh, L, it's all so beautiful! Thank you so much! I can't wait to wear it later!
::after replacing ever garment back into the box, she leans over and wraps her arms around him, then moves her hands to his face and presses a kiss to to his lips::
Thank you so much, I love everything.
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Date: 2010-01-01 10:05 pm (UTC)From:If you want to... although I can't imagine that it will be very interesting to stare at me while I stare at something.
*Then, he proceeds to stare at her as she pulls all the lingerie out of the box. Not as exquisite as she is, he thinks, but it's a start. A faint smell of lavender drifts from the box.*
You should wear it all day.
*He returns her kiss, then, clinging to her.*
I will open the other two boxes now, or later?
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Date: 2010-01-02 01:09 am (UTC)From:Oh no, watching you is facinating, particularlly when you're figuring something out.
::giggling at his suggesting, she nods::
Yes, that's a good idea.
::Upon pulling back, she motions to his remaining gifts.::
Open them now, please.
::She smiles at the remaining two boxes. In the middle one there are two books by the same author, both each a puzzle in their own right. The remaing, and largest, box contains bags and smaller boxes with candy and sweets from all over the world in a variety of flavors and types.::
((ooc: The two books: http://www.amazon.com/House-Leaves-Mark-Z-Danielewski/dp/0375703764/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1262393812&sr=8-1 and the sequel http://www.amazon.com/Whalestoe-Letters-Mark-Z-Danielewski/dp/0375714413/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_3 . As for the box of sweets, feel free to add anything you want to it. I'm adding Kasugai Gummy's in every flavor: http://www.asiachi.com/grapegummy.html and Swiss Colony Truffles and cheesecake tarts: http://www.swisscolony.com/Gift-Guide/Chocolate-Truffles.pro?fpi=2940&catCd=AW&keyword=truffles&size=51&pageName=SC%3ASearch%3ASearch+Results and http://www.swisscolony.com/Pastries-and-Sweets/Cheesecake/Cheesecake-Tarts.pro?fpi=2886&catCd=BI Ta-da! :D lol ))
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Date: 2010-01-02 05:44 am (UTC)From:*He doesn't speak until after he reads the description of House of Leaves, which Misa has recommended to him several times in the past.*
This book... it is an uncomfortable thing to read here, isn't it? Yet I think in some ways this place isn't as bad.
*After he opens the sweets, he eats one of the cheesecake tarts, and then plucks another from the box. He holds the tart in front of her face and, with his mouth full, insists,*
Open your mouth, Misa. It is delicious.
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Date: 2010-01-03 01:44 am (UTC)From:Yes, kind of. Still, I think you'll find the letters interesting. Some of them are in House of Leaves as well, but I thought being able to read them all would be helpful for figuring everything out.
::Smiling, she leans forward slightly and take the entire tart into her mouth, just barely brushing against his fingertips with the tip of her tongue and her lips. Her eyes light up as she begin to chew, her voice muffles slightly::
Mmmm, it is delicious! I'm so glad, there was no way to try them before.
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Date: 2010-01-03 03:45 am (UTC)From:I will read it because you want me to, Misa.
*He leans in to kiss her forehead, then adds,*
I do not have any jewelry to give to you this year. I thought -- there isn't any way of knowing that you'll be able to take it home. I don't want you to lose things that are meaningful to both of us.
Would you like to try another of these tarts?
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Date: 2010-01-06 06:31 am (UTC)From:That's alright. I'll always like whatever you get me because it's from you.
::she adds as an after thought, with a bit of amusement::
Besides, you have really good taste; though it could be because you're so observant.
:at the question, she nods::
Yes please. They're fantastic. When you want something chocolatey, try the truffles. My Mom used to order them every year for Christmas.
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Date: 2010-01-07 09:27 am (UTC)From:Your mother.
*He says the words thoughtfully. Misa's parents haven't been dead long enough to have faded for her the way his have for him. When he speaks again, his voice drops to a murmur.*
You've talked about her a lot this morning.
*As he talks, he reaches into the box again, and holds a chocolate chip cheesecake tart in front of her mouth.*
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Date: 2010-01-11 10:12 pm (UTC)From:Thank you.
::A few chews and she speaks softly around it, careful not to show any of the chewed food.::
I suppose the holidays make me think of her and Daddy.
::A soft swallow, and she continues::
They were a big part of the holidays. Mom used to make a large breakfast with all my favorites Christmas morning. The smell would wake me up and everyone would usually be downstairs in the kitchen and dining room area and they'd start singing happy birthday as I came down the stairs. My Dad would scoop me up in his arms and spin me around. He would always say I was the best Christmas present he'd ever gotten, and Mom and Nori would agree and we'd have this big group hug.
::she smiles softly, her eyes far off, remembering, then laughs softly::
It sounds kind of silly when I talk about it, but it always felt so wonderful.
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Date: 2010-01-11 11:18 pm (UTC)From:Of course. Anyone would agree with him, Misa.
*He decides to try one of the Black Forest cheesecake tarts, then; after popping it into his mouth, he tries to speak around it.*
Do we want to leave the room today? I would be happy to stay here with you.
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Date: 2010-01-11 11:51 pm (UTC)From:I would be happy to stay here with you, too. Though, perhaps a small trip to the snow room would be nice, if only just to smell the cold air for a moment. Though, maybe the windows will open in here today. If they do, there would be no need leave at all.
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Date: 2010-01-12 12:08 am (UTC)From:I hope they don't. If we can open them, so can anything on the outside.
*To be fair, though, all he has ever seen outside their windows is a quiet, distant forest scene with deer occasionally wandering by, far below the window. The only exception was the occasion on which he saw a white unicorn, delicate, both caprine and equine at the same time. He had told no one, though he would have drawn Misa's attention to it if she had been in the room at the time.*