LOG: [THREAD] [Lal Mirch & Colonello] [Closed]
WHO: Lal Mirch and Colonello.
WHAT: Spending Christmas together.
WHERE: Lal's house.
WHEN: December 24-25.
RATING: PG... for now. It might go up later;;
WARNING(s): Same as above.
A few weeks ago, she couldn't wait for this to be over. She was just waiting for Christmas to arrive. To come, stay, pass, and leave; then let another twelve months pass her by for the troubling holiday to come knocking at her door once again. Lal Mirch has been spending Christmas alone these past few years, ever since her father's passing, so-- It was almost relieving that she wasn't going to go through the same motions this year. Someone actually wanted to spend their Christmas with her-- The last woman you would think to be in a jolly mood. She was like the Grinch all year around.
But... Lal wasn't too much of a grouch this season, surprisingly. She was rather in a neutral mood, neither upset or happy. For other's to see her in anything but an irked attitude and impending frown-- It could even be a shock. It could be something that meant the woman was finally, but slowly, cracking out of that tough shell of her's.
Especially when she was expecting a certain blond, who insisted he would show up in a Santa suit. Ridiculous, yet... She couldn't find the words to express how much she was grateful that someone cared.
Someone cared for her.
She checked the ticking clock mounted on the kitchen wall. Lal had just finished making dinner for tonight. She wasn't fond of cooking, but... It was survival, wasn't it? The critic had prepared some smashed potatoes, salad, and a bottle of wine she had picked up on her way to work. The turkey was finally a dark, golden brown; sitting in the oven for pretty much all day. She sighed as her eyes wandered outside-- the skies were growing darker, small flakes of snow beginning to flutter to the ground.
He should be here any minute.
WHAT: Spending Christmas together.
WHERE: Lal's house.
WHEN: December 24-25.
RATING: PG... for now. It might go up later;;
WARNING(s): Same as above.
A few weeks ago, she couldn't wait for this to be over. She was just waiting for Christmas to arrive. To come, stay, pass, and leave; then let another twelve months pass her by for the troubling holiday to come knocking at her door once again. Lal Mirch has been spending Christmas alone these past few years, ever since her father's passing, so-- It was almost relieving that she wasn't going to go through the same motions this year. Someone actually wanted to spend their Christmas with her-- The last woman you would think to be in a jolly mood. She was like the Grinch all year around.
But... Lal wasn't too much of a grouch this season, surprisingly. She was rather in a neutral mood, neither upset or happy. For other's to see her in anything but an irked attitude and impending frown-- It could even be a shock. It could be something that meant the woman was finally, but slowly, cracking out of that tough shell of her's.
Especially when she was expecting a certain blond, who insisted he would show up in a Santa suit. Ridiculous, yet... She couldn't find the words to express how much she was grateful that someone cared.
Someone cared for her.
She checked the ticking clock mounted on the kitchen wall. Lal had just finished making dinner for tonight. She wasn't fond of cooking, but... It was survival, wasn't it? The critic had prepared some smashed potatoes, salad, and a bottle of wine she had picked up on her way to work. The turkey was finally a dark, golden brown; sitting in the oven for pretty much all day. She sighed as her eyes wandered outside-- the skies were growing darker, small flakes of snow beginning to flutter to the ground.
He should be here any minute.