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              eyes squint at the brightly light christmas tree in front of her. she’s scrutinising the ornaments and designs placed on it, analysing the world’s NEED of festivities. she’s a LITTLE overwhelmed and taken aback by CHRISTMAS, she and her mother had never celebrated such a thing. it was all about the gods for them, so to ever encounter a celebration like this ?? the amazon had a real case of CULTURE SHOCK. 

              ❝     well, MERRY CHRISTMAS, i guess.     ❞     she spoke in a soft voice, less harsh and fierce than she would normally speak in. 

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 Upon leaving the building by her side, Etrigan’s demeanor went from rather puppyish (as it always was when he was around Diana) to almost immediately unhappy, and he crossed his arms over his chest as a cold, snowflake-full breeze blew against him. “Etrigan likes not the snow on his devilish form; it sizzles against his skin that is ever warm.” Don’t mind him as he just kinda is wrapping himself up in his cape presently. It’s not like the snow hurt him, or anything, but it’s about as weird feeling as lava touching the ocean.

 “O princess, can we not find some place to wait out this cruel weather?” (It wasn’t cruel; it was rather nice, actually. Just not to a demon who walks around as hot as a space heater.) “I wish not to be dissatisfied as long as we are together.” Grumble grumble grumble. 

❛  i actually find it quite lovely.  ❜          snow a foreign concept, diana couldn’t help but love it. still, she has a mind enough to listen to the demons own complaints. the snowball she’d started to form between her hands falling back upon the ground.

a smile embraces sanguine lips, a laugh withheld though it shines through azure eyes. a glance towards the small, innocent sprig, remembering the lessons and customs explained only the day prior. and now ; faced with peter’s countenance,    (  and his interesting costume  )    she’s more than happy to comply.          ❛  you don’t need mistletoe to get me to kiss you.  ❜          long fingers find his temple, weaving through delicate strands of brown hair. crimson – painted nails dancing gently across his scalp. as equally crimson lips to lowered to connect with his, a smile still teasing at the edges.

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#KRYPTOCUTIE            “ i had it     under control   —–                    mostly. “ 

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Aella could not help but cave in “Okay let’s go to Themyscria, but can you please tell grandma to stop pinching my cheeks, she does it every time, we visit.”

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     ‘Okay, question for you di’ he says, sounding far more serious than he needs to me. ‘Say one wished an audience with one of the Gods of Olympus, could it happen? Or does it purely depend on gaining their favour?’