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[sangreine]

[The strangeness of the day is far from lost on Saya, though fading nicely into the background. She has other matters to think on: bonds and blood, choice and fate. Sacrifice.]

[But it's a day she intends to enjoy nevertheless, ideally with those she has come to care for. She may not have many more like it.]

[Oddly pensive for a day of kissing, she can be found roaming aimlessly, lingering at the fountain or in front of store windows with fingertips brushing the cool glass, thoughts drifting.]


((OOC: Mistletoe abound, but if you'd rather just thread sans kissing that's fine too. o/ ))

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[beyourarmy]

[At first, the mistletoe thing had been a little annoying, but by now Setsuna's warmed up to it, so he's not burning every sprig he sees. He can't help but approach Saya, though, seeing her by a shop window, just staring blankly in.]

[This time, when the curse pulls him in, he just smiles a little. Leans in, and puts his lips against Saya's cheek.]

You look lost in thought.

[sangreine]

[Saya smiles at their reflection, flushing prettily. Such affection between them is normal, and she's glad to see it still holds true even though Setsuna went home.]

[She'll miss it.]

Maybe a little lost. [Where her hands might normally reach for him, they clasp behind her back, winsome.] How are you?

[beyourarmy]

[It's hard for him not to notice that.]

What? No hug?

I'm alright. Not happy about sleeping alone in a cold bed. But I'll live. But what about you? What are you lost about?

[sangreine]

[The cold bed isn't her favorite, and the weather is a sudden and unpleasant reminder. But she still doesn't reach for him.]

I miss you. But I'm fine. [She smiles, softer than before but genuine. She might not be fine for long, but this is a choice she has to make.]

[beyourarmy]

You sure? [He's not sure if fine is her not acting like he's accustomed to. It worries him, and he's not sure how to take it, either.]

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[worldofourown]

[ Coasting along in the City, gleefully observing the chaos and outrage and silliness, Karl nonetheless keeps Saya's scent in the forefront. She's pretty when she's pensive, and he takes a warped pleasure in watching her, unchastened, unobserved. (Although surely, surely, she senses his presence? Blood doesn't lie.) ]

[ Finally allowing himself to be seen, he slips up behind her. His reflection is all bright eyes and smiles in the glass before her. ]

Not enjoying the curse?

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[sangreine]

[Senses, of course. And also takes as simple fact by now, blood or no.]

I don't mind it. [Her reflection has a shadow of a grin, playful perhaps, gone when she turns to him.] Are you here to fend off anyone who gets too close?

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[worldofourown]

[ His shrug, the look on his face, is boyish, easy. But the glint in the eyes is a vicious predator's. ]

You are a Queen. I wouldn't be much of a Chevalier if I weren't here to guard you.

[ Never mind that overwhelming possessive streak in his nature. One that curdles his blood, at the thought of her being touched by someone else. ]

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[sangreine]

[Like a predator senses a festering wound, a cruel retort flits to mind: But you're not mine. She swallows the pettiness that accompanies it, at least until he fulfills his promise.]

Just guard me? [She nods to the hanging sprig of plant just to the side of them, and with a mental shrug decides that some pettiness is permissible.]

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[worldofourown]

[ Not her Chevalier, true. But most definitely her Groom. One of them, anyway. ]

[ His gaze follows her to the mistletoe. He opens his mouth, as if to speak. But before he knows what he's doing -- before she can move out of the way, he's backed her against the wall, arms up on either side of her shoulders, and lips close to hers. ]

[ This wasn't in today's agenda-- is all he manages to think, before he frames her face in cool hands, tipping her head up to take his kiss. ]

[byherscore]

[ Diva's in a particularly... charitable mood as she drapes across Saya's back, smiling and not caring one whit if she surprises her sister dear. After all. It's practically common place now. ]

It suits you.

[ pure white, fluffy. A perfect foil to Saya's dark framed face. It's a scarf, made of the finest white fur Diva can steal. perfect ]

[sangreine]

[And Saya's not in a mood to be easily surprised, not after weeks in that house. Her startle is barely noticeable, quickly covered by a rising hand to pet at the soft fur.] If it suits me then it suits you, too.

[byherscore]

[ there's the Saya she once knew. Hardly could she ever get the surprise on her ♥ ]

Hmm... but I have one already. [ just the same, they're a matching pair after all. ]

[sangreine]

[A small noise of understanding as she strokes the scarf. Whatever about Diva unnerves her, Saya brushes aside for now. It's a thoughtful gift.]

[The curse helps her find her thanks, stretching over to deliver a soft kiss. It doesn't feel as odd as it should.] Thank you.

[byherscore]

[ she gives a small mou of surprise before pressing a little closer, stealing a second kiss from Saya's lips. ]

Don't thank me. Just wear it.

[ and then Diva will know Saya still cared, in some fashion. Cared enough to not kill her just yet, that is. ]

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[universaltranslator]

[Uhura comes out of a little boutique shop, carrying a little bag of presents for friends. She smiles and waves when she sees Saya.]

Saya!

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[sangreine]

[Her smile is dimmer than normal, but no less genuine.] Hi. You look like you've been busy.

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[universaltranslator]

Christmas isn't really a holiday I'm familiar with, but I like any excuse to give gifts to people.

[She has a gift for Saya in her bag, actually, and debates handing it to her now. But she hasn't wrapped it or written any kind of card, so she holds back.]

How are you doing?

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[sangreine]

That's nice of you. I'm learning a little about it too, although I get the feeling this isn't my first time celebrating it, somehow. [Like most of her strange not!memories, she can't really explain why she thinks so.]

I'm fine. I think my words are getting much better! [Still the simpler vocabulary of a pre-teen most times... except when she's upset or angry.]

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[universaltranslator]

They are! You're becoming much more articulate. I'm impressed.

[dignity_misery]

[Hm. She knows that face, although she hasn't spoken to this version of it yet. It's Karl's business, she keeps out of it the same way he keeps his hands out of hers. Until there's a need.

There isn't a need, but Carla is curious and a harmless greeting isn't a problem. She has a large tray of cookies. She'll likely eat most of them, but she can spare one for this.]

Merry Christmas.

[Although her voice is a little wry, smile a little dark.]

[sangreine]

[Pensiveness is so easily forgotten upon the appearance of cookies. Saya's priorities are quite clear on the matter of food.]

[But her manners aren't entirely vanquished by hunger, so she tears her eyes from the tray to reply in kind.] Oh... Merry Christmas to you, too.

[dignity_misery]

You can take some.

[ Carla has a voracious appetite, she could probably eat the whole tray herself. She leans in slightly, not quite overtly mocking but she can't help herself whenever she engages in silly little platitudes like this. ]

[sangreine]

[Saya lights up, practically glowing with sheer joy.] Can I? That's so nice of you. [She has a ridiculous appetite but also manners, and so refrains from taking more than one.]

[dignity_misery]

[ Yeah, sure she can take some. Carla's still going to lean in and tilt her chin up. Kiss incoming. She can be kind of an invasive bitch, she wouldn't need any mistletoe to try it. ]