(Dictated->Action (Backdated to Wednesday!))

[tylendel]

(Tylendel's soft, boyish voice travels over the feed. He is singing a carol from his home. There is even a lute accompanying him.

Once he finishes, he chuckles and adds:)

Happy Yuletide, residents. I want to give you warm wishes for the new year.

(Action->Vanyel)

(The golden-haired Mage is up very early on Christmas morning. He grins down at the sleeping man beside him, barely keeping himself from kissing Vanyel awake. But no, he must exercise self control.

Throwing back the blankets, he gets up and pulls out the presents he has for his lover from a hidden closet he wished for a few days prior. Then, once everything is settled, he crawls back on the bed, straddles his lover and gives him a warm kiss.

Time to wake up!)

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[the_effect_she_has]

[There's a moment of silence, before a voice says quietly.]

That's beautiful... what is it called?

[peacockherald]

_{[ He had sensed the lack of warmth in the bed the way one does when you have spent a life-time beside the same person. He had not, but it was easy enough given their bond. He smiled when he felt the weight return and settle over his hips, the warm press of lips on his mouth. His eyes slowly come open, a hand reaching up to stroke his golden hair. ]}

Hmm, good morning, my love.

[tylendel]

You know, I'm not even sure. It was a fairly common carol in Valdemar. I believe one of the Bards came up with it. Most of those songs don't have titles.

[tylendel]

(Tylendel beams down at Vanyel, slipping his hands under the blankets to embrace his lover.)

Did you sleep well? (He whispers seductively, his voice lower in the wee hours of the morning.)

[peacockherald]

With you by my side? Of course.

_{[ He shivered as the hands slid around him and against his skin, as his weight settled, lovely and warm and real. His fingers slid into his hair even further, massaging the back of his scalp and he leaned up, kissing him deeper, tongue slowly caressing. ]}

[the_effect_she_has]

It really is beautiful ... do you know many more?

[tylendel]

I might know a few more. Maybe I should wish for some music from my world?

[tylendel]

(He openly moans and brushes their tongues together, his hands busy mapping the planes of Vanyel's body. He certainly isn't shy about caressing the most private parts either.)

Happy Yuletide, Ashke. I have a whole day planned for us.

[peacockherald]

_{[ His beloved was never shy, was he? But he liked that about him, the freeness. He hummed and arched beneath his touch, just a little bit, holding back a hiss when, indeed, his private parts were touched. ]}

I gather none of them include getting out of bed?

_{[ Not that he wanted to complain about it, of course. His hands stroked Tylendel in return, tracing the muscle of his back and across the muscle of his arms, enjoying the youthful strength there. ]}

[tylendel]

Not yet. (He grins and slides his fingertips along the inside of Vanyel's thigh, dropping a kiss in the center of the other man's chest.) Why rush when we have all day?

(His kisses drift lower and lower as he nuzzles Vanyel's pale skin.)

My gift this year is having you.

[peacockherald]

Oh come now, love, that's hardly fair.

_{[ He reached down, grasping the golden curls and gently tugging his beloved back up so he could properly kiss his mouth once more, for the moment content just to have their bodies nestle together, to rock slowly against one another. ]}

You know I got you something too. And I believe it is traditional to open such gifts in the morning.

[tylendel]

What's that? (He blinks dazedly, cheeks flushed from their kisses. It's so easy for him to lose himself in Vanyel. Sometimes he even forgets how to string words together.)

Do we follow tradition? (A mischievous grin curves his lips and he rocks a little harder.) Is what we have traditional?

[the_effect_she_has]

...I wouldn't want you to risk yourself. Especially for music.

[tylendel]

I don't know. I have a lute now. What is a lute without music?

[the_effect_she_has]

I'm not sure ... what IS a lute without music?

[peacockherald]

You twist words like a bard, my love.

_{[ But his smirk only widened and he suddenly spun then around so that Tylendel was pinned beneath him. He lay over him, kissing his throat and chest, hands gripping his wrists to pin them lightly to the sheets, his hips tucked in tight to Tylendel's to keep him from shifting to much, and even when he did, all it did was rub them together. ]}