paradisa | 27th Gate - The Meaning of Christmas [dictated/action]

[ Well, it seems another year has passed in Paradisa with the rising of the Christmas Decorations. The thought makes Vanyel, for a moment, surprised and not a bit forlorn. A year. He remembered this from the last season. A full year has passed, being stuck in this world. A year away from his home. How much had changed at home? Were the safe? Had anyone realized he was missing yet? Was he presumed dead? Had the bell tolled for him?

They were sudden, dark questions for what he knew to be a supposedly excited and happy time of year, so he shook his head. He could do little on it, so thinking about it would do him no good, not in the long run, and he could already feel the dark thoughts worrying Yfandes. So he shoved them away and grabbed his coat to head outside into the gardens, journal as always tucked up with him.

He meandered through the gardens, and after a moment he pulled out the journal as his boots crunched.]

It suddenly dawned on me... I believe I have been here nearly a year now... It is... startling, to say the least. I had not thought a year could turn so fast, but it has. It will be my second time to celebrate this 'Christmas' holiday, my second time to see a winter pass through these lands.

[There is a quiet pause, save for the crunching of his boots on the path.]

And I have to admit, I am not sorry for my being here, for the most part. Is that strange? Is it normal to not resent this place as much as you thought you might, after so long?

[He leaves it at that for awhile, continuing to walk about the gardens, and finally begins to head inside, when he sees a most curious thing. It seems to be something humanoid, though on closer inspection it is made of wood and if he had to guess is dressed something like a soldier. Certainly it is a uniform of some sort, is it not?

He toyed with the little figure, brows puckered, and opened the journal once more.]

Would someone explain to me what these little doll men are? I've found one by the garden doors. Did someone lose one, though I think I've seen a passing few others around the Castle.

[ooc: Open kissing post!! Both planned and unplanned, or no kisses at all, your choice ~ Come and get some Christmas sugar ~]

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[Kurt is in the gardens, too. He's not a nature sort of person, at all, but he figures it'll be nice to go for a stroll before snow comes... It has to come soon, doesn't it? It's gotten so cold.

When he hears someone speaking, he wanders over. Once Van is finished dictating, Kurt approaches him.]

They're part of the decorations.

_{[He tried not to jump when he heard the other, and he really should have. He was growing soft, being here at the Castle. He turned to see Kurt and offered him a quiet smile, rather liking the young man he had met in the ninja village a few weeks ago.]}

Oh, Kurt, nice to see you again. And I thought as much, though I am not sure what, precisely, they are.

_{[He waved the bearded soldier gently, with its giant teeth and little uniform.]}

Don't you...miss your home, after so long, though?

Of course I do. I miss everyone there. I worry for them. I ask myself all the time if the defenses I set in place held, if my Aunt is all right, if my king is all right.

[Felix is taking a stroll through the garden as well. He has little purpose beyond getting some air and getting a good look at the fall leaves before the season changes for good.

He rounds a corner to spot Vanyel, immediately noticing the doll in his hands. It's too good to pass up.]

Vanyel. What do you have there?

You, too. [He smiled, then gestured towards the nutcracker.] It's a nutcracker. You put a nut with a shell in the mouth, then pull up that bit in the back.

_{[He blinked and looked back down at the curious instrument.]}

Really? I had not thought that would be the purpose. It seems a bit done up for cracking nuts.

Ah, I believe one of the castle decorations, though I've never seen its kind before.

_{[He was turning the thing over in his hands curiously, fingers brushing over the fine paint and trim.]}

Heh, it certainly does go the extra mile to be decorative, doesn't it?

It does at that.

_{[He shook his head with a small chuff of laughter, rather admiring the workmanship of the thing and finally looking back up at Kurt, who... who had quite lovely eyes, didn't he?

Vanyel blinked, wondering where such thoughts had come from.]}

What are you doing out in the gardens?

[Kurt laughed as well, and looked back at Vanyel...

He felt oddly warm.]

I was just looking to spend a bit of time outside before it got too cold and started to snow...

_{[He laughed at that.

Really, those eyes were gorgeous, and those cheekbones...

No, stop, what was he thinking? This was ridiculous! His cheeks pinked the tiniest bit.]}

Probably a good idea. Snow is lovely, but I prefer to stay out of its way.

Yes... It's pretty, and fun, but you can only stay in it so much.

[Kurt is oblivious to the weirdness of it all, the magic working on him powerfully. He just notices that pretty pink blush...]

It loses it's fun when you've spent a Circuit in it, but it does have its majesty...

_{[Like Kurt.

He found himself coming in closer to Kurt, the nutcracker finding a home on the ground since he wanted both hands free. For what though?]}

A... Circuit?

[But as he leans in closer towards Van, he doesn't... Really care what a Circuit is.]

Yes, it... it's where I go around the country side, seeing to the affairs of Valdemar in the name of the King and Crown....

_{[He was so close now, fingers rising to tenderly caress the line of Kurt's cheek, over the swirl of his ear and down to the base of his neck, toying with the fine hairs there.]}

...Uh-huh.

[Except Kurt has no idea at all what Van just said, because that is a very distracting thing to be doing. He's feeling rather frozen for a moment, but then in a sudden surge of bold action, he leans in to kiss him.]

_{[Oh good, the other was going in first. Vanyel's eyes drifted shut as he met the kiss, his fingers cupping the base of Kurt's head to bring him in closer as his other hand took a gentle hold of his hip.

His tongue slid against Kurt's bottom lip, pressing at the corners softly in the way he had learned from Tylendel when he was young, asking permission to deepen it.]}

[Swept up in the nutcracker's spell, Kurt leans into the kiss, parting his lips slowly and slightly. His hands ended up locked behind Vanyel's back.]

_{[It was a strong spell indeed, though Vanyel needed not that much coaxing to enjoy kissing Kurt, given his own preferences. He made a sound against his mouth, holding Kurt tighter as his tongue explored the other's mouth gently, tasting him, but never with force.]}

...It wasn't me, I swear. I got rid of all the gnomes.

[There's a great, put-upon sigh from somewhere nearby.

Oh, wait, it's just this asshole. He's sitting crosslegged on a couch with his journal in his lap, and he doesn't deign to look up.]

They're meant to be there, they're decorations. Are you finished?

_{[He laughed.]}

No, I figured. Though, I found the gnome quite amusing, if a bit off.

_{[Vanyel looks about and sees Sherlock, and a part of him wants to roll his eyes. Sherlock. As many times as he had met this man, his opinion had never changed. He was just annoying, full of himself, and smart, which made it worse. He was much like nobles, that way, or some of the more annoying and entitled villagers he had met.]}

No, because that is not an answer to my question now is it?

_[Hah.]

[Clow isn't terribly surprised to see Vanyel in the gardens, though it's clear he's making a journal entry, and he's too polite to interrupt. He waits until the other man finishes, and then catches his eyes and smiles]

I don't resent this place overmuch, either.

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