Send ‘🎄’ for our muses to decorate a christmas tree together. | Not Accepting | @offeatherandbone
"Pretty fucking cool, right? The tree, I mean, though I know this whole place must look damn luxurious to you."
Compared to the rest of the Sanctuary, it is; that's because they're currently in the parlor where Negan's wives spend much of their time -- though they're notably absent now -- down the hall from the leader's own living quarters. A room of leather and velvet, fancy-ass decorative pillows and chandeliers, a selection of wines at a personal bar and, currently, a bare Christmas tree, with a handful of boxes sitting besides it.
"Told the guys I wanted to feel some damn holiday cheer this winter and look at this." He motions towards the tree. "They pulled through for once in their sad lives. Now, as you may notice, it's looking pretty fucking sad, but that's where you come in." Arms spread open wide like his smile. "You, my dear, are going to help me decorate this thing."
He spots what must be either confusion or disbelief cross her face, because he soon adds, "You must be wondering why I don't have one of my many wives helpin' me instead. Don't you worry, I've got plenty of things lined up for them to help me get into the Christmas spirit." He keeps it vague on purpose; lets her come to her conclusions. "And let's be honest, you could use a break from all that back breaking work you do for me." Not the best kind of 'back breaking,' but by some miracle he manages to keep that one to himself. "I might even pour you a drink."
Some time later, the tree is wrapped in white lights and silver garland rests across the fireplace mantel. Raven turns down his offer to have a drink -- Negan has no fucking clue why -- but he still grabs himself a beer as they work their way through boxes of frosted silver, gold, and red bulb ornaments. He encourages them to share stories of Christmas from before the world fell, and he's pretty sure he sees Raven crack a smile or two. Soon enough the tree is covered, and Negan takes a dramatic step back to take it all in after he finishes it off with a gold star at the top.
"I don't know about you, but I think we did pretty fucking good! Look at it; there's so much Christmas cheer radiating off this thing, I'm about to start singing carols."
Hands on his hips, Negan turns to her, lifting a palm into the air. And -- maybe just to appease him, maybe not -- Raven doesn't leave him hanging, and gives him a high-five.