I'm Just Some Girl on the Internet!

@britishbiscuits ну цееее короче я намагалася намалювати вашого оповідача але не знаю🥹😭😭😭😭 напевно вийшло out of character але це просто сіллі дудл ідея що в мене була-

Inspired by this pose I found on Pinterest by Aniforce_Busan!!

(I found the link to the original post too: https://x.com/ANIFORCE_BUSAN/status/1738485261439561784 ) ⬇️

Darkness surrounded the young woman before a door slowly opened in front of her. Dark brown large wooden doors with slightly golden but old decorations before she pressed the blade down and went inside. An old smell of dust and wood came to her as she walked down the long hallway with the countless pictures of people's life stories. The old carpet beneath her was no longer as soft as it should have been, and yet there was a smile on her face.

A smile which was carried by joy because it was Christmas. The most beautiful time of the year when everything was full of lights and decorations. When the smell of cookies and sweets was in the air and you thought about what you would give to his loved ones. Before decorating the Christmas tree together. It is a wonderful time. She turned a corner before arriving again in front of two doors. Checking the gift in her hand one last time before knocking lightly on the wood. No voice came from inside but she knew he was there.

Pushing down the blade, she stepped inside before entering the large office of her target. ,,Merry Christmas" she called out and looked up at the man sitting at his desk. A slight smile crept on his lips as he recognized who it was. ,,Hello, my dear," he said before turning his eyes back to a book. She rolled her eyes, knowing that his job was important and yet he seemed to get more and more involved in his work each day. Instead, she went to the fireplace, which was off. It was cold because only a few candles and windows that reflected the darkness did not give any warmth. Reaching for the logs, she placed them one by one in the fireplace before starting to look for a match.

She heard the relatively loud folding of his book before he went to her. His look, which was almost pitying before, became softer and warmth was in his gaze as he looked at her. ,,You won't find one," he said and she was about to protest when suddenly the fireplace clicked open and was on. ,,I could have done it myself," she said, hiding the gift behind her back. ,,And risk burning yourself. No, you are too fragile for that," he murmured and the fire danced in his eyes as if every human life could be extinguished with just a spark of fire. ,,So it's that time again," he said, looking down at her sweater. A red, green and white Christmas sweater with a Christmas tree embroidered on it. ,,Yep but you didn't decorate at all " she realized slightly sad and wished her opposite would take something from the people.

His eyes turned away from her and he seemed almost depressed about Christmas. ,,It's been a long time since something like this has had any meaning," he admitted, looking over at his desk. Carefully she approached him before putting a hand on his. Ice cold he was, he was always so ice cold. Like the ice in the deepest winter which drove into the bones and did not let go. He was cold as death. ,,That's why I'm here," she said and spun him around. ,,Merry Christmas" she said and handed him the gift wrapped in red wrapping paper with a small golden bell. The small bell made sounds that replaced the silence.

Almost nicely hesitant, he accepted the gift before saying almost embarrassingly, ,,Thank you kindly". He opened the gift and astonishment was on his face as he took out a new silver fountain pen. ,,Do you like it?" she asked, fervently hoping that the curator would like it. Suddenly his hand came to hers and he pulled her into a brief but meaningful embrace. ,,You have given me great delight for a long time my dear, thank you very much" he said and looked at the pen in the firelight.  She heard a ringing and when she looked behind her she saw that a small Christmas tree with red balls had appeared. ,,Maybe celebrating Christmas is nice after all," he admitted before they both looked at the tree and she listened to the older man's stories with delight. Christmas was perfect.