Sketches And Mistletoe
@caelan-miracle
Theios was wearing a smoky grey sweatshirt that probably was a little too thin for the temperature, but after years of wearing things like this in cold climates, he was used to it. That, and he didn’t have anything else. Right now, though, the chilliness didn’t register nearly half as much as his anxiety did.
Christmas.
He hated the holiday. Well, no, he didn’t. The holiday was painful and never failed to stress him out. For the first time in years, he was safe on Christmas- and for the first time in years, he had to consider what to get people. Perhaps it was fortunate that he didn’t have a dollar to his name because at least it meant that everyone got a variation of the same thing.
Everyone got at least one sketch. Personalized and done to the best of his ability after he’d finally given in to the thought that maybe his past-time might be worth something after all. He was waiting for Caelan now, anxious about whether or not the other camper would like his gift. Of all the sketches he’d done for the season, the ones going to Caelan were perhaps the most useful- a series of scenes around Camp that, when put together and laid out, formed a map. He hoped Caelan wouldn’t be insulted by it.
