Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Pine and cinnamon filled the warm mansion air in the dim glow of the early morning hours. A large Jeffrey Pine was settled in the corner of the large living room, a fair distance from the quietly whistling fire place. Above it, stockings dangled from the mantle where candles flickered meekly, their was nearly melted down to the core from along night lit. Charles had managed to fill the space beneath with elegantly wrapped presents, decked out in smooth blue and white ribbons. Christmas had settled over the mansion like a blanket of hushed warmth. Like a fairy tale of Christmas Past, it seemed all was still and silent throughout the darkened halls of pre-dawn.
Tucked up warm in his bed, beneath richly thick blankets, Xavier waited for Charles to wake from slumber, careful not to stir too much, in case he awoke the sleeping feline mutant. He watched as softly furred ears flicked lightly or turned towards the lightest sounds. If he breathed in too deeply they swiveled towards him. If the old mansion creaked, attentive ears flicked to the direction of the sound. A soft black tail brushed and thumped alternately against his leg. Swallowing slightly, Xavier focused on his sleeping features instead.
He wondered how well Charles knew what Christmas was. He knew the other mutant had not been treated well before. He still fought the need for clothing and acted so very feline, at times Xavier had to remind himself the young man was, in fact, a man.
Tucked up warm in his bed, beneath richly thick blankets, Xavier waited for Charles to wake from slumber, careful not to stir too much, in case he awoke the sleeping feline mutant. He watched as softly furred ears flicked lightly or turned towards the lightest sounds. If he breathed in too deeply they swiveled towards him. If the old mansion creaked, attentive ears flicked to the direction of the sound. A soft black tail brushed and thumped alternately against his leg. Swallowing slightly, Xavier focused on his sleeping features instead.
He wondered how well Charles knew what Christmas was. He knew the other mutant had not been treated well before. He still fought the need for clothing and acted so very feline, at times Xavier had to remind himself the young man was, in fact, a man.