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[amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com]

Characters: Sif, open to everyone
Date/Time: Early morning, Tuesday December 25, 2012
Location: La Maison Jeu Ancien
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD
Summary: It's Christmas morning! Let the traditions begin!

Even being immortal didn't keep Sif from getting up early. She quickly whipped up a batch of pastries and then, dressed in a long white gown with a red sash, a wreath lit with candles upon her golden hair, she began to deliver them.

Every room that was occupied, starting with her own family, was soon entered by Sif, carrying a breakfast tray. She sang softly as she put them on the nightstands and wished everyone a cheerful "Merry Christmas!"

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[heraldofthedeep.insanejournal.com]

"You have crumbs," he observed, and lightly brushed them away from her mouth with his fingertips.

[tritonia.insanejournal.com]

Her breath skipped as his fingers brushed her lips. "Are you trying to test my resolve here?" She was joking.... sort of.

[heraldofthedeep.insanejournal.com]

"Just making sure you wouldn't be going downstairs with a mess," he said. "But, if you want your resolve tested, I'm sure I could do that as well."

[tritonia.insanejournal.com]

She wondered if the things he said to her would ever lose the punch they currently had. She doubted it. "Christmas. We're supposed to actually make it out if bed, remember?"

[heraldofthedeep.insanejournal.com]

Triton leaned over and kissed her long and deep.
"Consider that a promise for later, then," he said, and popped another bit of pastry into his mouth.

"All right, time to get dressed," he sighed, and hauled himself out of bed to go and select something to wear.

[tritonia.insanejournal.com]

Yeah, she had no chance against him if he wanted to push to stay in bed. Because as soon as his lips were on hers, she was melting, going all soft under his touch. And when he pulled away, she felt bereft. Damn.

"Right. That's a good plan." She scrambled out of the bed too, avoiding looking at him directly. Because that way lay trouble.

[heraldofthedeep.insanejournal.com]

Triton dressed quickly and business-like, pulling on a nice sweater and slacks.
"Hmm. Looks like quite the gathering in the parlor," he observed as they headed downstairs.