[text to: magic hands] you know how to get in. can you grab some catnip?
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[text: gingy ging] How about Santa Claus is Coming to Town? Or It’s A Wonderful Life?
[text to: magic hands] those are both perfect
[text: gingy ging] Alright. I’m going out to get movies for our Christmas sleep over thingy. Any specific movies? Or good?
[text to: magic hands] if you bring home A Christmas Story I’ll disown you. or basically any modern christmas comedy. that’s all.
A look of pure shock played on the teacher’s face as he looked around, but he bit on his lip, trying to contain his excitement. “I just died and went to Christmas Heaven.” He simply replied with the brightest of grins.
Summer laughed so hard she almost choked. “I didn’t even put up the twinkly kind! These are just the steady ones.” She ruffled his hair again, giggling. “I love you, you know that.”
He grinned brightly, quickly nodding. “I’ll pass on the eggnog, but everything else sounds completely fantastic, gingy.” Merlin chuckled, reaching up and lightly poking her nose. “I think I have some fairy lights in one of the boxes in my room..”
Reaching down and around the leg of the couch, Summer fumbled and clicked a switch, lighting up the room with webs of fairy lights all round the walls. “I think I have it covered,” she laughed. “I’m not Christian, you know, this is the return of the light, for me. I would say Festival of Lights, but the Jews have snapped that one up.” Helios, sprawled on the floor, blinked his blue eyes open, and the lights reflected in starry points in them.
“Odd, eh, I guess. But it’s alright. We’ve already exchanged Christmas presents, so I guess it’s okay.” He shrugged, twirling the ring on his finger as he blinked his eyes open. “.. You’d let me stay?”
“Insist. Being alone — it’s not a good time to be alone, so we’ll spend it together.” She grinned down at him. “I’ll even let you share my bed, kick the cats out of it. We can sit up til all hours with a fire and carols and eggnog and fairy lights. Mickey’s Christmas Carol, family tradition.”
He chewed on his bottom lip. “He’s staying with Elena and her father for the holiday. I’m not going.” Merlin shrugged, shutting his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest.
She ran her fingers through his hair. “Seems a bit odd. You’re not going to be alone in that flat, are you? You just got settled in there. Come and stay with me.”
[alone for the holidays] “Join the club.” Merlin simply responded as he collapsed next to his friend, resting his head on her lap. “I’ll be alone with ya’.”
“What about Mordred?” she asked, lifting a hand to stroke Merlin’s hair. “I know why I’m alone but you two — that doesn’t make any sense.” Trans-oceanic plane tickets were expensive, and frankly it wasn’t worth it. And there would be /no/ explaining if she went home any other way. Not to these folk; magic and psychics had no place in their lives.