Post by wordy on Dec 7, 2012 11:07:56 GMT 10
Title: the most wonderful time of the year
Rating: G
Prompt: #4 glitter and gold
Summary: Modern AU. Christmas shopping!
“I don’t know what to buy for Glaki,” said Sandry, pulling out her list and scanning it. The escalator shuddered under the weight of so many people, and Briar looked longingly at the toy section. No one wanted to walk on escalators anymore. The lady standing behind him kept knocking her oversized purse into his shoulder.
“You’d think they’d be in more of a hurry,” he said. “Christmas is in three days.”
“And you agreed to come shopping with me three days before Christmas because you finished your shopping early, did you?”
“Yeah, go ahead and roll your eyes one more time, Sandry. I can return your present faster than we’ll ever get off this thing.”
She looked up from her list. The artificial light picked out the sun-bleached strands in her hair, and even the dull blue headband seemed to brighten her eyes. Briar scowled and glanced away, trying to ignore the odd feeling that her expression produced in him. When he looked back again, she had returned her attention to her shopping list.
Finally, they escaped the crowded escalator and stepped onto the floor of the toy section. The shop was decorated in the spirit of the holidays, with red and green tinsel strung about everywhere. As they moved through the shelves, Briar spied a raggedy line of children and their parents waiting to see Santa.
The back pocket of his jeans buzzed. He took out his phone, keeping half an eye on Sandry so that she wouldn’t lead him into a wall or something. “Tris is finished,” he told her. “Says she’ll meet us in the food court.”
“I’m beginning to understand why she likes to shop alone,” said Sandry. She turned over a box of lego to look at the back, before shaking her head and moving on to the next one.
“Huh,” said Briar, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “Some people would be offended at that. I guess I’m used to being a nuisance all the time.”
“Well, not all the time,” allowed Sandry, flashing him a quick smile. “Who else do you have to shop for, anyway?”
“Rosethorn, Daja, and Vedris.”
“You don’t have to get anything for my uncle, you know.”
“Well, if you put it like that,” he said, following her along the shelves, “I don’t have to get anything for anyone.”
“Touché.”
“Rosethorn’s the hard one though. I can’t get her any more plants, and after last year I think chocolates are a definite no-go.”
“Chocolate is a bit safe,” she agreed. “You can do better than that.”
“That’s so not helpful.”
Sandry had finally decided on something for Glaki, so they wandered out of the toy section and over to the ornaments and other Christmas decorations. He already had a few present ideas in mind for Daja and Vedris, so he didn’t really mind following Sandry around for a while. Though the food court was beginning to sound like a very welcome idea. The near-constant wailing coming from the North Pole sounded like someone was being tortured.
“Maybe I could get Rosethorn a really nice bauble or something,” he said. A row of glittery red-gold baubles looked back at him doubtfully. “Or is that too safe as well?”
Sandry shrugged. “It’s not a bad idea. But you couldn’t pick just anything.”
“Yeah, I guess it would have to be special. It’d have to suit her. If Christmas decorations can actually suit people.” He held up a shiny blue bauble frosted with white glitter and raised an eyebrow. Sandry laughed. In response, she moved over to where the green baubles hung, her fingers brushing the shelves, biting her lip.
The bauble she chose was a brilliant green—and yes, Briar had to admit that it was definitely him—but it was only when he got a closer look at the thing, Sandry already rounding the corner to the next aisle, that he noticed the small painted row of mistletoe that circled it.
Okay, that was…nothing. Wasn’t it?
Sandry jumped when he met her around the corner, then rolled her eyes dramatically. He was so used to people rolling their eyes because of him that he’d started to think of it as a sign of affection rather than exasperation. Or a little bit of both, at least.
It would be so easy to kiss her. She had her hands full with her list and Glaki’s present, and something stupid and hopeful made him think that she wouldn’t push him away if he tried.
Sandry raised her eyebrows. “Did you find something for Rosethorn?”
“I think I’ve given up on the bauble idea,” he said. Nothing jumped out at him, though he gave the Christmas decorations one final glance in case something caught his eye. The end of the queue for Santa was no longer visible from here, and the screaming had stopped, which was a relief. An idea struck him.
“What are you grinning about?” asked Sandry, warily.
“A photo with Santa,” he said eagerly. “In a fancy photo frame. Go on, it’s brilliant, right?”
“It’s cute. I think Rosethorn would appreciate it. And it does suit the both of you,” she added.
He couldn’t resist a little fist pump, already backing away in the direction of the North Pole. “Excellent. If she hates it, I can blame you. But she won’t. I’ll meet you and Tris at the food court.”
It was a good idea. He could already picture Rosethorn’s face when she’d unwrap it on Christmas Day.
Plus maybe Santa would give him what he wanted for Christmas. If he asked nicely.
Rating: G
Prompt: #4 glitter and gold
Summary: Modern AU. Christmas shopping!
“I don’t know what to buy for Glaki,” said Sandry, pulling out her list and scanning it. The escalator shuddered under the weight of so many people, and Briar looked longingly at the toy section. No one wanted to walk on escalators anymore. The lady standing behind him kept knocking her oversized purse into his shoulder.
“You’d think they’d be in more of a hurry,” he said. “Christmas is in three days.”
“And you agreed to come shopping with me three days before Christmas because you finished your shopping early, did you?”
“Yeah, go ahead and roll your eyes one more time, Sandry. I can return your present faster than we’ll ever get off this thing.”
She looked up from her list. The artificial light picked out the sun-bleached strands in her hair, and even the dull blue headband seemed to brighten her eyes. Briar scowled and glanced away, trying to ignore the odd feeling that her expression produced in him. When he looked back again, she had returned her attention to her shopping list.
Finally, they escaped the crowded escalator and stepped onto the floor of the toy section. The shop was decorated in the spirit of the holidays, with red and green tinsel strung about everywhere. As they moved through the shelves, Briar spied a raggedy line of children and their parents waiting to see Santa.
The back pocket of his jeans buzzed. He took out his phone, keeping half an eye on Sandry so that she wouldn’t lead him into a wall or something. “Tris is finished,” he told her. “Says she’ll meet us in the food court.”
“I’m beginning to understand why she likes to shop alone,” said Sandry. She turned over a box of lego to look at the back, before shaking her head and moving on to the next one.
“Huh,” said Briar, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “Some people would be offended at that. I guess I’m used to being a nuisance all the time.”
“Well, not all the time,” allowed Sandry, flashing him a quick smile. “Who else do you have to shop for, anyway?”
“Rosethorn, Daja, and Vedris.”
“You don’t have to get anything for my uncle, you know.”
“Well, if you put it like that,” he said, following her along the shelves, “I don’t have to get anything for anyone.”
“Touché.”
“Rosethorn’s the hard one though. I can’t get her any more plants, and after last year I think chocolates are a definite no-go.”
“Chocolate is a bit safe,” she agreed. “You can do better than that.”
“That’s so not helpful.”
Sandry had finally decided on something for Glaki, so they wandered out of the toy section and over to the ornaments and other Christmas decorations. He already had a few present ideas in mind for Daja and Vedris, so he didn’t really mind following Sandry around for a while. Though the food court was beginning to sound like a very welcome idea. The near-constant wailing coming from the North Pole sounded like someone was being tortured.
“Maybe I could get Rosethorn a really nice bauble or something,” he said. A row of glittery red-gold baubles looked back at him doubtfully. “Or is that too safe as well?”
Sandry shrugged. “It’s not a bad idea. But you couldn’t pick just anything.”
“Yeah, I guess it would have to be special. It’d have to suit her. If Christmas decorations can actually suit people.” He held up a shiny blue bauble frosted with white glitter and raised an eyebrow. Sandry laughed. In response, she moved over to where the green baubles hung, her fingers brushing the shelves, biting her lip.
The bauble she chose was a brilliant green—and yes, Briar had to admit that it was definitely him—but it was only when he got a closer look at the thing, Sandry already rounding the corner to the next aisle, that he noticed the small painted row of mistletoe that circled it.
Okay, that was…nothing. Wasn’t it?
Sandry jumped when he met her around the corner, then rolled her eyes dramatically. He was so used to people rolling their eyes because of him that he’d started to think of it as a sign of affection rather than exasperation. Or a little bit of both, at least.
It would be so easy to kiss her. She had her hands full with her list and Glaki’s present, and something stupid and hopeful made him think that she wouldn’t push him away if he tried.
Sandry raised her eyebrows. “Did you find something for Rosethorn?”
“I think I’ve given up on the bauble idea,” he said. Nothing jumped out at him, though he gave the Christmas decorations one final glance in case something caught his eye. The end of the queue for Santa was no longer visible from here, and the screaming had stopped, which was a relief. An idea struck him.
“What are you grinning about?” asked Sandry, warily.
“A photo with Santa,” he said eagerly. “In a fancy photo frame. Go on, it’s brilliant, right?”
“It’s cute. I think Rosethorn would appreciate it. And it does suit the both of you,” she added.
He couldn’t resist a little fist pump, already backing away in the direction of the North Pole. “Excellent. If she hates it, I can blame you. But she won’t. I’ll meet you and Tris at the food court.”
It was a good idea. He could already picture Rosethorn’s face when she’d unwrap it on Christmas Day.
Plus maybe Santa would give him what he wanted for Christmas. If he asked nicely.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!