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sirenspull_logs2012-12-20 03:15 pm
chiefdefense) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-12-20 03:15 pm
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To you I give my pledge I honor all that's good
Who: Diego Armando and Mia Fey
When: Christmas Day!
Where: Their apartment
Summary: It's Christmas morning, gifts are there for the giving and receiving and certain questions are asked.
Warnings: Fluff. Lots of it.
[Mia is enjoying a delicious Christmas breakfast of French toast and trying to ignore the baleful way that Estragon is eyeing up her bacon from the other side of the room in between gnawing on the large lamb knuckle bone that he'd been given as his present. Mir on the other hand is more than happy with his sardines and is ignoring their breakfast. The apartment is damnably hot and the radio is broadcasting unseasonably warm weather; a quick look out of the window had seen great puddles and all the snow that had been there the night before melted away to nothing.
It's been a wonderfully lazy morning, even though it's been too hot and Mia had had to do a speedy strip out of her Christmas flannel pajamas before she asphyxiated in the heat. Stockings were opened in their room, Diego had started on breakfast while she fed the animals, and here they are now at the table in the middle of breakfast. Mia licks the powdered sugar residue from her lips and glances across the table at the chef with a big smile.]
If I knew you were this good at French toast when we met, I would have given into your charms a lot earlier.
[She takes a sip of her spiced apple tea and sighs happily.]
So... do you want to open your presents now or later?
When: Christmas Day!
Where: Their apartment
Summary: It's Christmas morning, gifts are there for the giving and receiving and certain questions are asked.
Warnings: Fluff. Lots of it.
[Mia is enjoying a delicious Christmas breakfast of French toast and trying to ignore the baleful way that Estragon is eyeing up her bacon from the other side of the room in between gnawing on the large lamb knuckle bone that he'd been given as his present. Mir on the other hand is more than happy with his sardines and is ignoring their breakfast. The apartment is damnably hot and the radio is broadcasting unseasonably warm weather; a quick look out of the window had seen great puddles and all the snow that had been there the night before melted away to nothing.
It's been a wonderfully lazy morning, even though it's been too hot and Mia had had to do a speedy strip out of her Christmas flannel pajamas before she asphyxiated in the heat. Stockings were opened in their room, Diego had started on breakfast while she fed the animals, and here they are now at the table in the middle of breakfast. Mia licks the powdered sugar residue from her lips and glances across the table at the chef with a big smile.]
If I knew you were this good at French toast when we met, I would have given into your charms a lot earlier.
[She takes a sip of her spiced apple tea and sighs happily.]
So... do you want to open your presents now or later?
no subject
[He's smiling easily, and it only grows at her idea of coffee-colored bridesmaid dresses.]
You could always just tell me they are and put them in whatever color you like. I won't be able to tell.
no subject
[Wedding. Bride. Groom. Funny how these words now make her stomach feel like a shaken up soda can.]
I love you.