Family Traditions

[charmedson]

Who: Chris and Prue
When: Forward Dated to Thanksgiving Day
Where: Prue's place.
Summary: I'd say this was the saddest Halliwell Thanksgiving ever, but that wouldn't count for all the ones Chris had after everyone he loved turned evil or died.
Warnings: None.


[Chris doesn't want to be here. He doesn't want to be doing this. It brings back too many memories of his mother hurrying around in the kitchen, trying to have a normal holiday dinner when the world was falling apart around them.

He doesn't even like turkey all that much.

So while Prue is trying, and failing, to put together a traditional dinner, Chris is mostly ignoring her by looking through the Book of Shadows. His hand flicks in the air in front of him, turning the pages with his telekinesis rather than by touching it.

He doesn't even know what he's looking for, just something to take his mind off things.]

Comments

[charmedson]

[He raises his brow in a defiant sort of way] You need to look up fun in the dictionary. Or better yet, google it.

[astralling]

Yeah, okay, and meanwhile, if you could loosen up for like five minutes, that'd be great. Since when am I the fun one in the room?

[charmedson]

This isn't fun this is trying to make a holiday that we both suck at making.