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joy to the world, we have some peace and quiet

Who: everyone ever \o/
What: Christmas all over the world
Where: everywhere \o/
When: Christmas

It was perfect. It was Christmas morning and for one day there was peace throughout the universe.
There were presents to be open, feasts to be had and company to enjoy.

Merry Christmas!

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She chuckled, very slightly, and felt a familiar wave of relaxed calm wash over her. It was the same effect he'd always had on her, since long before she'd ever realized anything romantic for him. Of course, 'realized' was the keyword here, as she was fairly certain that she'd had something of a crush for quite some time, buried and hidden behind her much more desperate feelings for Orpheus.

She stood up, and brushed a hand through his hair affectionately, as if picking out pine needles a minute ago hadn't been an excuse for exactly that.

"Well, you certainly look charming sitting there with the presents by the Christmas tree. Shall I find a nice big ribbon to complete the look?"

He gave her a deadpan look. "You're not putting a ribbon in my hair." The look quickly vanished with a wink. "Besides, I still haven't given you your present."

Her expression was one of pure innocence, and her voice matched it. "Well, I just thought, since we agreed that my present would be you staying a little while longer... that does make you the present, doesn't it?"

Again, the serious look returned. "You're not putting a ribbon in my hair."

The look of innocence faltered... then shattered completely as she laughed. "Heheh... Alright, no. You don't have the right look for a big ribbon. Now, if I could catch Roxas or Sora unawares... On the other hand, a very small ribbon could be quite dashing on you. I'm thinking blue. If you grew your hair out just enough for a little braid or something, you might look like some sort of dashing pi--" she choked, catching herself a little too late. That was not a safe topic, and damn her mouth for running away from her sense of caution.

She winced slightly, and gave an apologetic smile. "On second thought, no ribbons at all. You win."

He smiled, even if it was slightly forced. "I've already been a pirate. Didn't much care for the experience." Then he quickly shrugged off the small slip - better not to dwell on those memories.

He did like the idea of winning the "argument" though, and grinned, this time a bit more cheerful. "The thing is, I was going to give you something that you could keep when I left. But if you really don't want it..."

She gave another quiet laugh, letting the overall cheer between them subdue whatever sparks of pain or regret her slip may have caused. It was hardly the first time she'd said something like that. It was simply the danger of contemplating the past as much as she did. The most memorable events and details tended to get stuck on the mind even more than was normal.

"Hey now, don't forget, I'm the selfish one. So where is this mysterious gift of yours~?"

"See, now you're just going to have to wait," Josiah said, a smirk appearing on his face. "Because it's not here."

True enough - her gift definitely was not underneath the tree.

Her eyebrows raised. "Oh, is that so?"

She went to him, and slowly draped her arms over his shoulders, bringing herself very close, with her hands meeting loosely behind his neck. The look she gave him was one of half-lowered eyelids and a sultry smile.

"Am I going to have to bribe you this time?"

"I'm not sure even your feminine wiles will let you get your present any sooner," he said with a smile, resting his forehead against hers. "But I'm not going to object if you try to bribe me. I have the feeling you're a hell of a lot more creative than I am."

Dang. She'd been hoping for a blush or a stammer. He wasn't as easy to fluster as Orpheus, but then, that made sense.

"You spend too much time with Lilith," she said with false disappointment. "I'll never be able to faze you this way, will I?"

She stayed like that for just a moment, comfortably close, then she drew back and left him with a kiss on the forehead.

"How about chocolate? Mabry makes the best chocolate candies," she said as casually as if that intimate interlude had never happened.

This time he did blush at mention of the demon. "Yeah, she can break down personal barriers really quickly." He shrugged again. "But off the top of my head, I can think of a few ways you could faz-" He stopped and coughed. Best stop that line of thought right there.

Still, when Song mentioned Mabry, he smiled. "Strange thing is, as legendary as some of Mabry's cooking is, I've never had any of it."

Song had begun to look very interested in Josiah's words before he cut off mid-sentence.

His next statement made her gasp and fling a hand to her mouth in exaggerated shock.

"Josiah! You haven't lived! Oh, where to start? She made the apple cider. It's even got bits of dried fruit at the bottom. The chocolate-covered thingies... Gah, you'll just have to be here for the next proper meal she cooks." She was already darting away to the kitchen and returning very rapidly with a tray of mysterious dark chocolate shapes.
"Crystalized ginger, peanut butter, caramel... mint and cherry truffles," she listed as she pointed to each. "The truffles are rather intense."

"Chocolate-covered th-?" He didn't have time to say it before Song darted into the kitchen. He was just beginning to wonder what he had gotten himself into when she returned, holding a tray of truffles.

At least she pointed out which ones were which. He remembered many a Valentine's Day when he had been gifted with gamble chocolate. And technically, he wasn't a huge fan of chocolate anyway but he decided to try one anyway, reaching for one of the mint ones.

"She makes these all from scratch?" he asked, examining the truffle.

She nodded, chewing on a chocolate covered piece of ginger.

"She's best with desserts. And very... creative."

The gooey truffles, unlike the ordinary chocolate treats, were indeed as intense as she'd warned. The first one she'd tried had been almost too much for her.

"I bet she could find a way to make you something coffee-flavored."

"I can see that."

He decided to hell with caution and popped the entire thing in his mouth. It was definitely rich, just as Song had warned, but after a moment or two, he decided that he liked it.

"You know me too well," he said, although the idea of coffee was not a bad one at the moment.

As far as creativity went, the taste in her mouth and the previous topic had Song's mind going down very interesting paths as she remembered what her big sister had said once about ginger-flavored altoids... but she wasn't quite wicked enough to mention that right now.

"Possibly, but you are as mysterious as you are familiar," she said with a playful note of mystique. "Now about that present?"

He waved a finger at her and shook his head. "You're still going to have to wait. I think I'll give it to you sometime later tonight."

There was a beat or two before he actually realized what he just said. He blinked and then groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Tell me I did not just say that."

She snorted in amusement and actually blushed, just a bit.

"Can we use the sex demon influence as an excuse again, or not? You are technically half, aren't you?" There was that sly twinkle in her eye again.

He almost rolled his eyes. "Technically. And by technically, I mean we're not going to think about how that applies to me." He paused thoughtfully, a similar spark appearing in his eyes as he looked down at Song. "Although..."

She raised her eyebrows at him, fighting down a smirk.

"'Although...?' You really shouldn't leave me wondering, you know. When it comes to curiosity, I'm more cat than bird."

"Maybe in this case, it's best to leave you wondering," he laughed. "It'll do your imagination some good."

"Heh. I have no problem with my imagination, believe me."

But instead of pursuing the topic, she nibbled on another chocolate and idly carried the rest back into the kitchen.

"Where is Lilith, anyway?" she asked as she returned. "I'd almost say she's being more elusive than usual, but I know from experience that's not true."
Lilith hunting... it had been like a sport. A very difficult one...

Now he looked a bit troubled, and rubbed the back of his neck wearily. "She comes and goes. I think she just has a lot on her mind. She tries not to show it, tries to act like nothing can bother her." He shook his head. "But I think the thing with Calum probably upset her more than she's willing to admit."

She bit her lip and nodded. "That's what I've been worrying about. If it were me..." and it almost had been, in the case of Xemnas. Song would have sympathized with Lilith no matter what, but the unavoidable similarity in their stories sent that feeling quite a ways past common sympathy.

And now Lilith's soul-bonded was experiencing the memories of her lost love. That couldn't be helping at all...

But she was trying not to burden Josiah with such dark subjects today, and it was really something that she'd rather speak to Lilith about.

"I'm sure I'll get at least one chance to have a talk with her before you leave. I'll see if I can help at all... as long as she's not avoiding me in fear of those infamous talks."

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