: christmas eve :
December 30, 2011 - 9:34pm — AnimalArtist
I know it’s after Christmas, but I didn’t get this inspiration until yesterday sooooooo yeah.
Plus Dannii told me I needed to.
It's not much, really, but...
Have some sappy crap.
Christmas Eve. The sounds of the holiday filled her home with joy. Cheesy, typical Christmas music sang out softly from a radio tuned to all-day Christmas music station. The music was loud enough to be heard, but not loud enough to be annoying. The sounds and smells of the big dinner wafted in from the kitchen, filling her nose with the sweet scent of the upcoming Christmas dinner. She had been kicked out of the kitchen, her middle-aged parents claiming that she did enough already and that she needed to relax a little.
Martisol sat on the big couch, practically leaning on Rutilus. Both of the golden-blondes held a glass of red wine in their hands. Martisol never drank much, but this was a special occasion and she wanted to enjoy herself.
Her emerald eyes fell on the wine glass in Rutilus’s hand. He tilted the glass back, the last of the wine streaming past his lips. As he brought the crystal down, his own blue eyes caught Martisol’s gaze, his eyebrow’s lifting in unison.
“What is it?”
Martisol shrugged. “Nothing really. Just no more until after dinner, ok?” The taller of the two chuckled, wrapping his arms more tightly around her. She had to hold her own glass out to keep it from tipping as she laughed into his embrace.
Another blonde stood under an archway that led to the foyer. He had invited a new friend, Rosealine, to the dinner as well, but had not heard anything from her. He kept glancing at his phone in hopes that she would at least send a message. But no such luck was found.
Rough but gentle hands ran through his pale-blonde hair as he exhaled and leaned against the arch’s wooded frame. He thought about how she was alone most of the time. He didn’t want her to be alone.
“Val!” Came the rough voice of Rutilus from the living room. Validus’s head turned toward them, but otherwise he didn’t move.
Martisol gave him a pout. “Don’t just stand there. Come join the rest of us.”
The youngest of the three smiled and pushed off the frame with his shoulder, taking a couple of steps into the room.
Rutilus eyed him briefly. “What’s wrong with you?”
Validus shook his head. “I thought… I invited a friend to come join us, too. I guess they’re not coming…”
Martisol looked up at him apologetically. She knew who he had invited. “Don’t lose hope. Maybe she’ll show eventually.”
Validus shrugged while Rutilus looked between the two siblings, obviously confused. “I’m gonna go see if Mom or Dad needs help…” He muttered before making his way toward the kitchen.
“Good luck with that.” Martisol said softly before taking another sip of the wine. She put the glass down on the coffee table and leaned her head against Rutilus’s shoulder. He was her own little pillow.
But his sudden movement made her jump. He was putting his own wine glass down beside her’s on the wooden table. His now-free hand reached into a pocket of his jacket. Martisol watched in puzzlement.
He pulled out a small, wrapped package. It was red, with a golden bow decorating the top. He held it out to her, grinning sheepishly.
“It’s not much, but it was the best I could get for you.”
Martisol’s grin spread all the way across her face. She turned herself around to hug his neck, burying her face in his hair.
“I love it.”
“You haven’t even opened it.” He chuckled lightly.
“I’ll still love it.” She took the present from him and stood up, walking over to the large Christmas Tree that stood guard over all the other presents. “But not until tomorrow.” She said as she made her way back to the couch. “You are going to stay tonight, right?”
He shrugged. “If that’s what you want.” Martisol nodded and hugged him again.
It was that moment that Validus walked back into the living room. Brandishing a washcloth, he gently whacked Martisol on the back of her shoulder.
“Time to wash up, you lovebirds. Dinner’s almost ready.”