Born Not Bitten

"Lydia wait!" Derek whispered forcefully as he tried to keep up with her as they walked towards the ice. "I don't know what I'm doing." He added, grabbing onto her shirt to try and keep her from leaving him as they made it out to the ice. Derek was athletic, put him on a basketball court and he was impressive,  but throw him out on ice and he was clinging to someone half his size. They stepped onto the ice and Derek watched Lydia move her feet and he tried to copy her without falling on his face. Apparently this was "fun". Derek remembered it being fun when he was young but he hadn't been out here in so long that he had no idea what he was doing and he was trying to stay off his ass.

SEND ME A SYMBOL

▲: One of our muses tries to catch snowflakes on their tongue. ☾: Your muse asks for help decorating a gingerbread house. ♪: One of our muses inviting the other for a Christmas duet. ♦: Our muses wrap presents together. ☃: Our muses build a snowman together. ✈: Our muses travel somewhere for the holidays. ✎: My muse’s Christmas card to yours. ✘: My muse runs into your muse while trying to buy them a Christmas present.  ✆: My muse calls your muse while drunk on eggnog.  ツ: Our muses go caroling.  ✿: My muse gives your muse a Christmas present. ø: Our muses cuddle by the fireplace with hot cocoa.  ✌: Our muses argue over which Christmas movie to watch.  ♡: Our muses kiss under a mistletoe.  ♛: Our muses kiss at midnight on New Year’s.  ➸: Our muses decorate their house together. ♘: Our muses put up a Christmas tree and decorate it. ✰: My muse invites your muse to dance to Christmas songs. ☼: Our muses volunteer to help out for the holidays. ∞: Our muses go tree shopping. ❖: Our muses go ice skating together. ☁: Our muses go sledding.  ✉: Your muse hits mine with a snowball in order to start a snowball fight.  ϟ: Our muses bake Christmas cookies together. ↺: Our muses doing something holiday-themed with their kid(s).

SENTENCES

"Look! It’s snowing!" "Do we really have to leave cookies for Santa?" "Santa’s not real! There, I said it!" "Where do we hang the stockings if we don’t have a fireplace?" "You really don’t have to get me anything this year." "Do we really have to go to your parents’ house for Christmas?" "Let’s just sit in our pajamas and watch Christmas movies all day." "You’re gonna become huge if you keep eating all of Santa’s cookies." "Oh, put some mistletoe on my butt and kiss it." "This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had." "This is the worst Christmas ever." "Is that mistletoe?" "You look cold. Here, take my scarf." "I’m just not a fan of the holidays." "You’ve had the Christmas radio on non-stop for five hours."

TEXT MESSAGES

( bornnxtbitten )

                “Why are you staring at me like that…?”

Her brows bunched down as she stared back at Derek, trying to get him to turn his gaze away since his dark eyes had been fcused on her for a while now and he hadn’t said a single word. Sure Derek wasn’t exactly verbose or even remotely eloquent with his words     his statements were always straight and to the point; but even still he always expressed what was on his mind. So this quiet stare was unsettling. Had he been sitting closer she probably would have reached out and pushed his face another direction, forcing him to look somewhere else while she worked on her paper. 

                               "What?"

Derek's focus actually came back to his stare, his eyes coming up to meet Lydia's stare. He shook his head a little bit like he didn't know what she was talking about as she looked over at him. "Nothing." He replied, he pushed himself back from the position he was sitting in. "What are you writing about?" It wasn't like he was paying attention to what she was doing, he was in his own thoughts right. He was having some personal problems and while the pack was there to help he didn't know what to tell the others to try even try to express what was going on, he was a little stumped.