May your heart be gay and your spirits high

[chanceswere]

Date: December 25th 2005, Christmas
Character: Wanda Maximoff, Lance Alvers
Summary: Deck the halls and try not to drown in memories.
Status: In Progress

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[rockin_outloud]

The snow was coming down harder now, soaking his hair and the hem of his jeans, stinging his eyes as he walked from the subway station to her apartment, hands tucked inside his coat. He was late, he knew, stopping off to get cigarettes, needing something to push back the anxiety that was threatening. At the rate, he was going to be back in the habit in a matter of weeks.

Pietro and Wanda had always been disturbingly enthusiastic about Christmas, a feeling he'd never shared, much to their combined dismay. He knew right know that this half of the holiday would be everything the morning wasn't: the tree, the decorations, the music. But he could pretend to enjoy it, if that's what Wanda needed from him.

Kicking the snow off his boots, he reached forward to ring the buzzer, breath clouding the air in front of him.

[chanceswere]

She hurried to the intercom when she heard the buzzer. "You know, its a good thing you're late, because the roast was being stubborn."

Yeah. She was probably overdoing it all, especially given Lance's frustrating dislike of the holiday...but...

Enough was wrong with the world as it was, wasn't it?

[rockin_outloud]

"Merry Christmas to you, too, Wands," he replied, flicking the butt to the ground and crushing it with his heel.

"You gonna let me up or keep me out here as punishment?"