Nicholas Scratch (
awickedtime) wrote2019-12-20 10:33 pm
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May all your Christmases be bright...
Raised in the Church of Night, Nick's never celebrated Christmas before, but it's important to Charlie and Rosie, so it's important to Sabrina, so it's important to Nick. He'd basically given Rosie and Charlie free rein to decorate the apartment, which is draped in lights and glitter, the tree shimmering merrily in the corner. It's not dissimilar to some of the festivals that he had celebrated in his life. The iconography is different, though.
They've carved out time to spend together, in the midsts of all the other meals, all the other obligations with the found families that they've made themselves. Nick had agonised over gifts for the girls, less so for Charlie, and they're neatly wrapped in paper and metallic ribbon. He's proud of how pretty they look, if he's honest.
They've carved out time to spend together, in the midsts of all the other meals, all the other obligations with the found families that they've made themselves. Nick had agonised over gifts for the girls, less so for Charlie, and they're neatly wrapped in paper and metallic ribbon. He's proud of how pretty they look, if he's honest.
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"I'm glad," she says, letting her thumb stroke the back of Rosie's hand. "It's-- it's crazy to think about all the things that have changed in a year. I think last Christmas was about the time I really realized I would-- be here. That it really sunk in." And while she can't deny how much she'd love to see her aunts or cousin, or her friends, mortal and not so mortal, she can't ever qualify herself as sad to be in Darrow.
"It's my least Satanic Christmas so far," she adds.
There's so much to be said for patricide in the right circumstances.
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She smiles, thinking back on that, how quickly the both of them trusted the other with the secrets they'd each been carrying around. Maybe in a way, they'd always been on a path to something like this whether they'd known it or not.
Sabrina speaks again, and Rosie lets out a soft laugh. "Charlie and I did work quite hard to make it as un-Satanic as possible," she says, feigning primness as she looks over at the other girl. "For you and Nick both."
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They're going to need to buy dresses for the New Year's party, anyway.
She watches Rosie with a warm, quietly adoring gaze, and then smiles. "You did an amazing job," she says. "It's all the best parts, none of the mysterious dark secrets or rituals. It's-- it's incredible, to not be worried, to just be enjoying holiday with the people I love."
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"I'm glad we have this," she says, her head dropping to rest on Sabrina's shoulder. "After everything, I'm glad we get something nice."
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"We don't just get to have it," she murmurs. "We worked for it. We fought for it. We defended it and took it for ourselves. And we'll keep it. Right now? We get to enjoy it."
She's quiet then, soaking it all in and finding nothing but warmth and contentment. "What was your favorite part of Christmas, growing up?"
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The question that follows makes her smile, and she goes quiet again, thinking. "It didn't happen every year, but sometimes after dinner we'd bring my grandmother's old record player down from the loft," she says. "It was one of those old ones, wind-up, and some of the records that we could play on it were Christmas songs. We'd bring it down to the sitting room and turn all the lights off but the tree, and just listen to song after song until we were tired of it."