Merry Christmas, Mabel/Gavin! { Brit Kid Secret Santa }
[[ MERRY CHRISTMAS MABEL, ENJOY YOUR LITTLE DRABBLE THING?! ;U; ]]
Gavin had realised, rather quickly over the years, that Christmas was just one huge, annual, unavoidable disaster.
True, there were times during the holidays season where he felt normal. Where he felt that his brothers weren't all just out to cause him even more misery than they usually did. Every so often even the most unexpected of scenarios happened; like everybody would actually get along. Or in other words, Arthur stopped being the epitome of the definition of a dick.
While placing his few gifts on the table, Gavin doubted this Christmas get-together was going to be added to that incredibly short list of 'special family moments'. As least, judging by the fact that his brothers were half passed out in the living room, Andrew and Sean's fists continually being drunkenly thrust into Arthur's shoulders, and Liam had his face pressed up against the cold surface of that new toaster Arthur had bought him. There were smears over the surface from his tongue and lips pressing to it.
All in all, it wasn't the worst, but it could have been miles better.
The Welshman scoffed, brows furrowing in annoyance as he trailed out of the room, not bothering to fix up his brothers in seated positions that would save their lives if they so happened to begin to choke. If that did happen, Gavin might just pull up a chair and eat the leftovers from dinner while watching in vague amusement.
No, no, he wasn't that cruel. At least, not in those situations.
The kitchen was far cooler than the rest of Arthur's home. (They had chosen to host their 'party' in England because nobody else was all that willing to clean up this year. And it was one hell of a mess already.) Gavin's eyelids fluttered as he took a deep breath, crossing over to the back door, opening it up rather eagerly. With his free hand, he pulled his wool cardigan tighter around his body, and stepped out into the back garden.
With no street lights and only the faint glow from the windows streaming into the garden, it was fair to say that it was hard to see much beyond the door and the small patio. Gavin, however, had escaped the madness indoors this way many a time, and he knew where he wanted to go.
Besides, it wasn't just Christmas for him and his brothers.
"Mae mor oer.." He shuddered, rubbing his hands together to keep as much of the cold out as he could manage. The stones that created the small path through the grass and flowerbeds were slightly wet from the earlier rainfall, but as a Brit, Gavin wasn't all that fussed by a bit of water. Hell, they had enough rain to drown a blue whale every day.
Sniffing faintly, Gavin looked up, realising that he could only just see around the corner he was following. The grand oak trees stretched far above the shorter man, and he sighed slowly, watching the warm air condense in front of his face, green eyes wide to take in as much light as possible. Pursing his lips, he made a small noise close to a whistle, and stood still, folding his arms up over his chest.
The garden was silent in response, only the faint sound of the breeze making its way through the bare branches of the trees greeting the Welshman.
Gavin, however, just smiled, kneeling down on the path.
"'i' iawn, babanod. Gallwch chi ddod allan yn awr." He sang, hands outstretched to the cool breeze. To anybody other than he and his brothers, this would look utterly stupid. However, he had good reason.
There was a light rustling in the undergrowth, and Wales smiled, palms upright as he leaned a little closer. Two tiny heads peeked out from piles of fallen leaves to greet him, sniffing tentatively. Their bodies were covered in red scales, eyes green and reptillian, yet there were unusual tufts of white spread over their bodies in patches. One of the critters snorted and bounded out, rubbing against Gavin's hand, while the other sat patiently, nuzzling at his hand much more slowly.
Gavin could do little but laugh, smiling whole-heartedly for what felt like the first time that night. These were his babies, dragon and sheep hybrids that he kept in Arthur's garden to keep them safe. Tickling under their chins, the Welshman chuckled, sitting down on the damp ground, listening to their contented mewls and purrs.
"Merry Christmas, babies," He hummed, receiving little licks to his hands from their sheer adoration.
His brothers couldn't make him as happy as these two could.
[[ WELL DERP I DON'T EVEN KNOW UUUUUH MERRY CHRISTMAS MABEL!!!!!!!!! ;U;
mae mor oer = it's so cold
the other bit = it's okay, babies. you can come out now.
YUP.... YUP. ;U; ~ ]]