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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: 2010-01-11 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.*