“You know there’s no way you’re ever gonna be taller than me, right?”

WINTER INTERACTIONS | a c c e p t i n g !

❄ - for our muses to get snowed in together

santi wished that he could foresee the eminent disaster that being snowed in with len was before the snow had started to fall in thick white sheets. the younger of the two was without a doubt a drama queen, and it would be an event trying to talk him down from getting out into the snow.

His own bed was much more comfortable and fitting than someone else’s couch, but he hadn’t been willing to make the journey home. Therefore he took what was offered (read : what he felt he was entitled to) and decided that making use of the oracle’s accommodations would work for the night.

He had not at all expected such a rude awakening and for a moment he opens his eyes but tries his best to tune out the other man, instead staring straight up at the ceiling. It doesn’t work and he sits up with a sharp exhale, frowning and tossing a couch pillow across the room moodily. .

“You have terrible manners; a horrible host.”

“you decided to take refuge on my couch, i neither invited you nor said you could stay.” he snaps and catches the pillow before tucking it under his arm as he looks down at len before checking his watch with a click of his tongue. “if i make you coffee will you get your degenerate ass off of my couch?” 

SEND ME A ✘ FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO FINDING YOURS ASLEEP ON THEIR COUCH. | Accepting! 

santi opened his mouth before closing it in a loud snap of teeth, arms crossing over his chest as he looked down at the small blond boy curled up on his ( admittedly ) very comfortable couch. he wasn’t entirely willing to wake him, but the oracle had to go to work and he wasn’t risking orion waking the boy up to sharpened claws digging into his skin. 

winter interactions

🎄 - for our muses to decorate the Christmas tree together

🎁 - for your muse to give mine a present

He’d pretty much given up the facade except not really, Yifan’s mother having initially misgendered Luhan for being a masculine girl only to realize he’s just a soft-figured male, and then going on to mistake him for Yifan’s boyfriend which is not wrong but not correct, either and therefore teases Yifan about having always known he liked boys which is not wrong per se, but it’s not entirely right, again. Luhan’s existence in his apartment lasts for another few days because of the schedule they agreed on and the pay Yifan was going to give him at the end. 

They’re decorating the tree by request of Yifan’s mother, seeing as how they never really did have a proper one when Yifan was still with her. It’s well past midnight and she had retired to her bed while they’re left in a mess of tinsel, strings of lights and cardboard boxes, the front room illuminated by only the glow of the lights adorning the tree. Yifan is aggressively shoving trash into the boxes when he sees movement in the corner of his eye, glancing up to see Luhan on the tips of his toes, struggling to put the star at the top of the tree and Yifan’s lip curls because he wants to laugh - shorter people struggling with heights never ceases to amuse him. He quickly drops the almost smile when the smaller male stands flat and looks back at him sheepishly, nodding subtly towards the carefully decorated tree (mostly Luhan’s placements because Yifan knows jackshit about this sort of thing) and holding out the star. 

“Should have drank more milk growing up.” Yifan shakes his head as he stands, taking the star from the other and moving up to the tree to place it, struggling with a particular branch to slip it around for a few embarrassing moments. He turns around only to be slightly taken aback by the shorter holding a box out to him. “That’s not going to fit up there...” He comments wryly, slowly taking the box from the other. “Wait, are you giving this to me?” Yifan asks in evident bewilderment, looking inquisitively at the latter and back at the box again. He can’t remember the last time anyone’s given him something like a gift before, and for Luhan, his fake ‘friend-mistaken-for-boyfriend’ to give this to him, he isn’t sure what to make of it.  “Ah, thank you, I-” The moment is rudely interrupted by the ceiling lights turning on, his grinning mother standing at the doorway. 

Offering a wide smile he nods, the good nature he’s known for shining through despite the chill he’s stepped in out of. “Nice to meet you Mr. Faust, The name is Park Taemin~” Returning the gesture with a little bow of his own before following he shrugs out of the thick coat he’s wearing. “It’s a bit late, I’m sorry, I had previous appointments-”

“It’s a pleasure, Mr Park. Now will you excuse me for a second,” he bowed one more time before disappearing into a room behind the counter to find his bespoke suits. It didn’t take him long before he found the custom made jackets that he thought would look perfect for the other male, quickly fetching them from where they were put on display as he brings them back to his customer. 

The blonde’s lips purse, eyes narrowing. There are ways he could get leave, of course, but he isn’t particularly uncomfortable at the moment. It’s not like he drives, anyways. He would rather be home, of course, but this place wasn’t too bad.

He touches the petals of a lily, looking over at the girl with a hum. “I wouldn’t want to be a burden on you, despite your courtesy~”