On the eighth day of December, my true love gave to me...

[a_mere_child]

One a_mere_child napping on the couch,
one g00d_d0ggie romping through the snow,
one no_vampires_plz practicing fire spells,
one doyousmellfudge with a giant mug of tea,
and a withhistailhigh in a pear tree.*

Take your pick.

* No, really. There's a pear tree out by the lakeshore and he's stretched out on one of the lower limbs.

Comments

[thefirststark]

Some people like tea. Others prefer coffee. Especially when surrounded by tea drinkers, and also facing strict rationing.

Howard nods at the man with coffee from a nearby booth.

[doyousmellfudge]

The man with the teacup gives Howard a weary nod back. It's been One Of Those Days. Hell, it's been one of those years.

[thefirststark]

"Long day?" Howard knows the feeling.

[doyousmellfudge]

"And then some."

[boston_bruiser]

Ambush patrols are tiring. All-night ones are exhausting. But week-long ones are just plain miserable.

And, in Voodoo's case, end with him lying near-comatose on the floor near the fireplace. His helmet's unfastened, revealing a red watchcap underneath, and his machine gun's laid across his stomach.

It might almost be cute, if he weren't snoring like a gutshot bear.

[a_mere_child]

Alyx has always been a pretty light sleeper--she wouldn't have lived past age eight, if she wasn't. So once Voodoo starts getting some sleep, Alyx... isn't, anymore.

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo's a light sleeper, too!

Kind of. Sometimes. Not really.

Oh, who're we kidding, if the day ends in "y" he can sleep through a train wreck.

Sorry, Alyx. From the looks of it, he's not waking up anytime soon. On his own, anyway.

[a_mere_child]

"Mnrgh..." Alyx grunts and flails around for something within arm's reach that she can chuck in Voodoo's direction. The first thing she grabs is a throw pillow, and off it goes.

[heatourjail]

Juliet's gotten over her surprise at seeing the little purple unicorn at the bar, but the sight of her creating fireballs from thin air is a frightening and brand-new sight to Juliet.

She watches in silent, open-mouthed amazement - hopefully not making a huge target of herself in the process.

[no_vampires_plz]

They're not fireballs. Just little flames hanging in the air, like candleflames without the candle, flickering on and off as Twilight concentrates. Flame on, flame off. Flame on, flame off.

[heatourjail]

They look like fireballs to Jules! Though they are tiny. Thankfully she'd no exaggerator. "So that's what you meant by spells?" she asks at last.

[no_vampires_plz]

"Mm-hm," says Twilight, not looking away from her work. This takes Concentration, after all.