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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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"A direct-to-DVD Disney sequel? Oh god, we're doomed," Josiah groaned melodramatically before chuckling. "Well, maybe if sales aren't all that hot, they'll back off, hmm? Just as long we don't get a random Hannah Montana song in the middle of yet another epic battle for existence."

Grinning and shaking her head in amusement, she sagged against him, turning so that her back rested against his chest. She slipped a hand back, feeling for one of his, and drew it up in front of her, holding it loosely so that he was not trapped.

Despite her insistence that 'hugs heal everything', she was not this cuddly with most people. But she'd been starved for the touch of someone she loved, and the soothing sensations that every little touch invoked were incredible to her.

For all of her mind games, dreams, and high ideals, she was just as enthralled by the solid world around her and the physical experiences of each moment. Given the arguments she'd made in the past, it was not something she tended to admit, but she was intent on making the most of it nonetheless.

Josiah wrapped his free arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. A faint memory of holding someone else echoed through his mind, someone who always carried the scene of some exotic, dangerous, sun-soaked land, and even though she never spoke of it, he could always figure some things out but despite even his tactical genius, he could never quite solve the puzzle that was this woman, and he shook his head to clear his mind of the not-memory.

He held her like that for a silent minute or two longer before squeezing her hand, and then he began to pull her out of the front room. "Come on. I might as well give you your present now before I'm pelted with snowballs in reminder all day."

She'd leaned her head back against his shoulder, soaking in his warmth for as long as he let her, unaware of Calum's memories flashing through his mind at that moment.

she was in something of a blissful daze by the time he started to move, but perked up quickly enough and flashed him a small, knowing smile. "You shouldn't give me such ideas, Josi. Snowballs were far from my mind until you mentioned them."

He winced almost comically. "Then lets pretend I never said anything about snowballs. Ever. In fact, its not even actually snowing outside. It's all an optical illusion."

He led her through Rainbow's End, somewhat surprised by the quietness of the whole house. Well, he couldn't blame them - yesterday had been ridiculously hectic (watching Sora attempt to decorate a Christmas tree until Riku and Roxas both dragged him off before he could do any more damage had been equal parts amusing and alarming).

He stopped when they came to the door to her room, and he turned to give her a humorously chiding look. "Don't get any strange ideas by this."

She just snickered at his reaction to the threat of more snowballs. She wasn't that crazy about them, really. One had been enough (and she still thought it had been the perfect greeting). Teasing him, however, was proving to be great fun.

She gave him a look of mixed curiosity and amusement when he led her to her own room, and resisted the urge to make another jesting comment about having a boyfriend who was half-incubus.

"Now what sort of gift would you have to sneak into my room rather than leaving it under the tree with all the rest?"

He raised an eyebrow at her. "You remember Sora and the Christmas tree yesterday. That's why I didn't put it under the tree." He opened the door for her, letting her step inside first.

A quick glance around the room would show nothing out of the ordinary... until one looked at the window. Sitting on the window sill was a sculpture completely made of colored glass, perhaps about ten inches high. It was an upright, unfinished ring, red in the lower left hand corner, blue in the upper right. At least, at first glance, that's what it looked like.

Further examination would show that it wasn't simply a sculpted ring - it was two creatures circling around each other. The red half of the ring - which turned out to be not just red, but bright orange so vivid that it might as well have been gold - was actually a phoenix, blue crystal eyes peering upwards, each tiny feather meticulously crafted, and its body gracefully strained in flight. Its wings lay close but not flat to its body, and its golden beak was open in a cry, not of challenge, but something else. It lay flying just beneath the blue portion of the ring - a dragon of the East, its scales glinting in teal, blue, silver, and green. Its claws were outstretched, and its body twisted as it reached for the fiery plumes of the phoenix's tail. Its own eyes were a startling red and between miniature yet still sharply pointed teeth was a pearl.

Both creatures framed an intricately-woven dreamcatcher, and the glass caught the light thrown from the winter sky, sending colors flying across the windowsill. The phoenix's form shifted like fire itself while the dragon seemed to capture the ice of winter, perfectly balanced, so realistic that it almost seemed that they would both take flight at any instant.

"I figured if I left it beneath the tree, it would end up broken," Josiah explained with a shrug.

"Suzaku and Seiryu," she murmured, as the first thing that came to mind was the Eastern lore she'd picked up from her days of anime fandom. Perhaps it wasn't specifically those two, especially if he'd obtained it on another world, but she liked the similarity.

More than that, it was one of the most beautiful pieces of artwork she'd ever seen.

"It's amazing," she said quietly as she moved to peer more closely at it, lifting a hand to follow the curve of the dragon as if stroking it without actually touching it. He'd chosen the perfect place for it, too. Her windows had been Mabry's design, grand arches of prismatic glass. Along with the variety of other figurines perched around the room - mostly dragons and fanciful equines - this piece managed to stand out while still seeming to belong here, and Song was quite obviously enchanted by it.

When she could pull her eyes away, she beamed at him.

"Thank you. Where did you find it?"

"One of the worlds I traveled to," he said with a faint smile. Honestly, he had been surprised that that world even had something like this. "And no, you don't get to know which one because you might run off looking for real dragons to adopt. I hear they're hard to house-train."

He hesitated then and almost seemed to fidget. "So you like it?"

"Heheh. I wouldn't need to. Kairi still has that dragon egg from the Star Market," she pointed out.

His sudden uncertainty, even though faint, made her grin warmly. "Josiah, I love it. I'd love it if Maleficent gave it to me, but coming from you makes it... better than I have words for, at the moment. Although," she added, "I do prefer the other gift."

"Some girls carry around toy poodles in their purses - you'd carry around a dragon," he teased, although the mental image of anyone carrying a baby dragon around in their bag was amusing enough.

He seemed relieved at her next comment though. "Even though the first gift is only temporarily?"

She laughed again at that idea. "Probably, yes. And lead it on a leash even when it got bigger than myself... but, as for the other gift, yes. Actually I need you to leave for a while," she said mysteriously, "whether or not I want you to."

"That'd probably scare the hell out of the neighbors. Might as well make it official and add a sphinx, a centaur, and a unicorn to your collection too."

He only gave her a suspicious look though when she said that she needed him to leave. "What did I say about taking over the world when I'm gone?"

"With such a magical menagerie, I probably could take over the world, somehow. I'm creative."

But she shook her head, still smiling. "Thing is, conquering the world never lasts long. Too many heroes around here trying to defend it. No, this is a more personal thing, and that's the only hint I'm giving you."

Her demeanor was light and flirtatious. She wouldn't say more, because if she did, that cheerful mask would crumble and he would see the weight on her mind and heart. What she needed was time to think, away from the allure of his touch and his voice. She could not afford to repeat the mistake of jumping passionately to a conclusion and finding her choice to be wrong.

He didn't press the issue - something was on her mind, and if she didn't want to say anything about it, then she wasn't going to say anything about. Instead, he just smiled and nodded in silent understanding. He wanted to help, but maybe that wouldn't be the best thing at the moment.

"Alright then," he said after a moment. "I think it's time we go see where everyone else has disappeared to. For Christmas Day, this place is suspiciously quiet."

And that was what she was counting on. It was strange, for her, to be comfortable with this. She held honesty in the highest regard, and normally went out of her way to be completely open, with everyone. In the same way, it bothered her when others kept secrets.

But josiah had his secrets, and she understood. If that was what he needed, then she didn't mind, because she trusted him.
It was very strange to feel safe, and not guilty, keeping this secret from him until she'd had time to figure it out for herself.

"Perhaps they've all evacuated. I think we set off the sap alarm down there."

"Ah, right. The dreaded sap." He grinned, a devious look in his eyes. "It'll probably get a lot worse before I leave. Guess they'll just have to deal."

He offered her his arm. "Mademoiselle."

Her eyes lit up in amused delight at his gentlemanly act. And the French.
She slipped her arm through his and allowed him to lead her.

"Shall we head back towards the common room? It just occurred to me that I haven't checked my stocking. And if the others have crawled out of the woodwork yet, they may end up there too."

He escorted her from the room. "Sure, why not? We never did the whole stocking thing at home - the first dog we had like to chew them up and then hide them around the house. After that, my mom decided either the dog had to go or we had to find a new tradition."

He shook his head in amusement. "Sleeping in on Christmas. What are they thinking?"

"That's slightly more adorable than the dog who clawed through window screens just to reach me," she commented wryly.

"Well, let's see, I can think of excuses for Mabry and Amy. Gutter-minded or perfectly innocent, whichever you prefer. As for the rest... up late trying to catch Santa?"

Someone was awake. The dog who'd been sleeping under Song's bed - in fact, the window screen dog - had woken at their entrance and was now following them placidly, tailing Song like a four-legged shadow.

"Lets go with perfectly innocent. Amy might kill you once Eli comes along, and Mabry... she'll just encourage you. Which is just..." He shook his head. "Not needed."

He reached down slightly to scratch behind the dog's ears. "Well, at least someone is awake."

"No... I don't need any encouragement whatsoever. You better watch out for Yasha there," she added, eyeing her German Shepherd follower. "He gets jealous when he catches me petting anyone else."

This time when she came to the doorway of the main living room, Song's gaze went straight to the long row of stockings, and she noticed what she hadn't seen before.

"Is that a... feather?"

"I think he'll be alright." When they came into the main living room, he knelt down next to the dog, ruffling his fur cheerfully. "I guess you're a good guard dog then."

He glanced over his shoulder when Song mentioned a feather. "What about a feather?"

In Yasha's mind, Josiah was quickly earning points to becoming his new Favorite Person. Under his mistress, of course, who was God.

"I think someone decided that you needed a parrot for Christmas," Song said as she slunk over to investigate the stockings. Hers was, conveniently, hung next to Josiah's. She suspected this was Amy's or Mabry's doing, and once she stole a peak into his while taking her own down, that suspicion was reinforced.

"Nope, not a parrot. Looks like just... feathers."

"A talking parrot?" That'd be an... interesting present and at least he frowned at the newest member of the crew, a tiny man who was just as loud and irritating as that bloody parrot that sat on his shoulder, but damn, he was a good shot it could lead to some interesting conversations.

"So someone put a bunch of feathers in there... okay, I've heard of putting coal in stockings, but feathers?"

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