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Christmas Starter for Karter and Colt @bldrdsh

The apartment was warm, despite the chill of the December air seeping through the gaps in the windows. Twinkling Christmas lights draped across the walls, their soft glow making the living room feel smaller, cozier. The faint hum of a holiday playlist played from a speaker, but it was the sound of Colt’s laugh that filled the space most vividly.

Karter was perched on the edge of the couch, sipping from a mug of hot cocoa that Colt had handed him earlier—half-marshmallows, just the way he liked. Colt stood near the small, crooked Christmas tree they’d spent the afternoon decorating. He was leaning one arm against the wall, the other holding a candy cane he’d been twirling absentmindedly. Colt moved closer, the candy cane now tucked between his teeth, his hands sliding into his pockets. “It’s Christmas Eve, we’ve got the most charming tree in Brooklyn, and the best company I could ask for.” His voice dropped to something softer, almost shy beneath his teasing. “What else could I want?”

SAM SHIFTED, HIS SKIN prickling with unease. His palm swiped against his arms, avoiding Kat's gaze. Instead, he focused on her domain. It held a PEACEFUL QUAILITY to it. It reminded him of the bird sanctuary back home.

[ BANDAGE ]: sender gently begins to bandage receiver's wounds. (karter) - @bldrdsh

“... I had it.” 

Had what? The fight? The scuff? He wasn’t even sure what the last push had been to eat a large qunari fist to his face but it was something that was just... upsetting. And Nels could even feel it prickling hard, the scrapes and teeth of the spirits stirred just under his fingers and skin. 

Disappointment, curious, why are they mean to you? The living have weird ideas about people. Man, magic made dealing with anger really weird... 

BOOTS KICK UP DIRT AS HE wanders over, there's still sweat on his brow, and his chest is still heaving from the ride. Eight seconds. The longest and shortest time in his life, and he loved it.

He'd seen him from across the ring, leaning up against the railing with that hat on his head that just didn't look like HIS. Not yet, anyways. Too new, not worn down enough. He'd fit into it in time, but the blonde was PRETTY and his clothes yet held the stains of the rodeo upon them to be anything shy of fresh meat. Rian would save him from the others.

Gladly.

It was far more crowded in the library than he had initially hoped for. He would have liked to trail back to his rooms and pretend that he didn't need to march right in there, and stay locked in his own head - much like he always did. Still, he braved it as he made his way through the library, stopping in an aisle and then looking off at a girl who seemed more or less familiar. He didn't know her but he had seen her around.

"Is the library always this busy?" He asked curiously.

        “It's just been one of those days."

❝ BABE? HAVE YOU SEEN MY CLIPBOARD? ❞ He's got a frown on his face, the reading glasses that had once been pushed up so he could see the FINE PRINT now littering the edge of his nose — threatening to fall off. He's down one of the small aisles, hands empty except for the pen that's tucked between fingers. They're at Ad Mortem, his oddities shop, and Xander is SUPPOSED to be doing inventory, but there's a LACK of actual work being done. Instead, he's been wandering for a solid thirty minutes, looking high and low for his LIST that he's sure, now, some ghoul or ghost wandering around the shop has HIDDEN just for fun.

HE REALLY NEEDED A HOBBY. Something other than taking care of his kids, boxing with his brothers, and drinking a beer with his coworkers. What was supposed to be a simple hike in the National Park looked to be something more. Something Lawson couldn't ignore.