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I enjoy seeing your doodles in my feed, and the perspective is honestly goals! Plus the work youâre doing with your instrument is mind blowing!
Happy holidays!
I love this so so much! You make me look way cooler than I really am, and I always love how fluffy and feathery your Rito are. And you absolutely nailed Jak's look; I can't believe I'm getting gender envy from my own sona! Thank you bunches and happy holidays!
He woke up the next morning feeling all cosy and warm. It took him a moment to understand what was going on as the sleepy fog cleared from his mind. He was curled up in bed with someone. It was not his bed. He shuffled his head, craning his neck to get a better view of the face of the person he was tangled with. He drew in a soft gasp when he realised it was Remus. The entire night before, suddenly came rushing back to him. Theyâd kissed and then Effie had caught them in the sleigh, not that she realised that was what had happened. Then heâd laid awake unable to sleep, so heâd snuck into Remusâs bed.Â
Remus stirred, and his eyes slowly blinked open. âHi,â He smiled sleepily at Sirius as he stretched around him.Â
âHi,â Sirius was suddenly feeling nervous. What if Remus regretted it? What if he got upset that Sirius was in his bed? All of Siriusâs worries were quickly quelled when Remus opened his arms, dragged Sirius on top of him and kissed him.Â
They were very late going down for breakfast, but Effie didnât mind, simply sending plates that had been kept magically warm of scrambled egg and bacon over to them and went back to reading her newspaper after wishing them a Merry Christmas.Â
âHow much did you have to drink last night, Sirius darling? Because when I went to check on you, you were in Remusâs bed, sprawled over the poor boy. Itâs a wonder he could breathe the way you were clinging to him,â She chuckled. âOh, and Remus, dear, donât be afraid to kick him out of your room if he ever does it again,â Remusâs cheeks flamed red as he nodded sheepishly to Effie. Sirius beamed, he loved it when Remusâs cheeks did that.Â
âYou guys ready for presents?â Monty asked, popping his head around the kitchen door. Siriusâs and Remusâs eyes met.Â
âPresents!â They exclaimed excitedly in unison and shot up from the table and rushed into the living room where James waited, surrounded by piles of brightly wrapped gifts.Â
Remus timidly held out a small, neatly wrapped parcel for Sirius and moved to the pile James pointed out was his. Sirius put Remusâs present in his pocket, deciding to leave it until last.Â
They caught each other's eyes again, and the smile Remus gave him made his stomach swoop. He couldnât wait until they were alone again. Â
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Contrary to what it looks like, Donnie's not trying to make Mikey pizza. He's trying to make him a pizza oven. It's not going well. 𤣠Don't ask what Raph got for Donnie because I have no idea. đ¤Ł
Hi Iâm back :) and this oneâs LONG and Iâm proud of it. Yay happy holidays
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âMerry Christmas, Alfie,â
His head had just been shaved again, lice were making their way through the wards. It made his cheeks look so hollow despite the paper crown that had been clumsily placed on his head by a nurse.
Words didnât come right away to Fie so he nodded back to Sean. He was aware today though, Sean could tell.
Turkey and mashed potatoes were unceremoniously still strewn across his tin tray. So much for a holiday meal. Sean wished he would eat it though.
âTh- thatâs why Iâm wearing this?â A wry smile snuck in as Fie nodded to his flimsy holiday accessory.
Sean felt an instant warmth that made his heart swell and he laughed a bit too loudly, âYes it's what they call it holiday cheer, although I think Eddie took the square of chocolate you got with it.â
The wry twist of Fieâs mouth remained a bit longer signifying what would be a strong response these days.
Sean had read the charts this morning, Harrisâs crony, Capshaw, hadnât given up on the hydrotherapy yet. He had been scheduled in for it nearly every day this week.
He was surprised Fie was okay enough to even be in the cafeteria considering his typical response to the treatment.
âHey how about you eat a few more bites of the Christmas feast for me, eh?â
Fieâs eyes trailed down at the sloppily served bits of meat in tepid gravy and potato. But despite his hesitation, he didnât disobey, he lifted his fork and got to work. It twisted something in Sean to see how easily he followed requests... when everyone else in the institution ignored this and acted like he was feral, immediately going for force before bothering to request.
âAlso Sophie says hello by the way,â
His patient paused mid attempt to skewer some meat with a confused expression.
âMy wife, I think Iâve mentioned her, she and I got married a few months ago, yeah?â That had been during the no contact stage.
This did seem to jog his memory, he nodded but still seemed surprised. Sean spoke about him outside of work?
As if he read his mind, Sean continued, âYeah, I tell her about you, especially your paintings. Sheâs an art history professor you know⌠Anyway, she asked me to wish you a merry Christmas.â
Alfie paused completely, clearly half here-half somewhere else, lost in thought, â...What year is it?â
âItâs 1957 'bout to be 1958, buddy.â Sean didnât like thinking what that entailed for his friend, nearly four years in here now. Where had the time gone?
He was four years older than Delano now.
âMerry Christmas, Alfred.âÂ
Both young men jumped slightly at the arrival of Dr. Harris, how long had he been close by?
Alfie just stared back at him frozen, some of that old fear was returning as well.
Harris smiled, âI am glad the nurses are spreading some cheer,â and gestured to Alfieâs ridiculous hat, âAnd I am glad to hear that youâve been trying harder to tolerate the hydrotherapy Alfred. That is brave of you as we all know how much it has frightened you in the past.â
Fie looked down at his plate ashamed. He remembered that. Over and over. A room full of people- him bare and being forced into water by so many hands. Harris watchingâŚ
âDr. Harris, I hope that youâve had a pleasant holiday?â Sean politely responded after a few beats of silence and an awkward cough.
âThank you, Sean, yes. In fact I will be off soon, the wife and children are expecting me for Christmas dinner. Just like to stop in today every year. The holiday can set many of our patients off, I like to be assured that everything is under control.â
Sean agreed with that, many patients preemptively were given extra sedation today. It made him a bit sad but then he remembered the alternative- them suffering unnecessarily- missing family, memories, some even waiting for a visit from Santa Claus that would never come⌠It was cruel to them. Such a happy happy day turned cruel.
Dr. Harris gave Sean what was probably meant to be a polite smile, âSean, would you give Alfie and I a minute? Iâll call you back over if youâre needed.â
An alarm bell went off in his head but he could only say, âSure, Doctor,â And then glance to Alfie, who was still looking at his plate and walk to the perimeter of the room to join a few of the other orderlies.
âAlfred, please be polite and put your fork down and look at me.â
Fie dropped his fork almost robotically and wrapped his hand in the other in his lap.
âWhat else did I ask?â
He dragged his eyes up to the doctor standing up above him. He was wearing a red and green tie.
âYou have children?â It came out before he even realized it, surprising both of them.
Harris smiled in amusement, âYes, I generally keep my personal life separate, part of the profession I am afraid. Two boys and a girl. The eldest is sixteen.â
Harris could see the cogs turning in his patientâs head, new information about a man he knew surprisingly nothing about. He prided himself in being strictly a doctor to his patients, nothing else, no extraneous details. It was all about the patients after all.
He loved how painfully clear some of Alfieâs thoughts could be. And this was such a nice little Christmas gift dropped into his lap, especially since his initial plan was just to discuss water therapy again.
âI can tell you are surprised, what are you thinking about right now?â
âAnd stop picking at your hands.â He added with a touch of sterness.
Alfieâs worrying hands stilled instantly. His eyes looked bigger when they clumsily shaved his head like this. It was a shame they didnât do a better job, he could have been a handsome young man. Even still.
âItâs just that youâre always here- I didnât think- I didnât know-â That he had children of his own? That he was someone's fatherâŚ
It was natural that Alfred would see him as a father figure, it happened with a lot of patients, it was difficult to avoid.Â
âI know you see me as a father, Alfred. Iâve helped you and taken care of you, itâs natural.â
Then Fie looked surprised again.
âThis is why you still need so much more therapy, youâre a clever boy but youâre not making the most simple connections related to your psyche.â
Fie wilted a bit and after a brief moment nodded back to Harris. Sean had told him to agree when he could, he said it would help.
âNow Dr. Capshaw will restart hydrotherapy again today- only one day off. If you cooperate in our next session when I return tomorrow maybe we can consider reducing those sessions.â
Alfie looked back to him and nodded in understanding. He really would like that. He was getting better at hydrotherapy but afterwards he still cried every time. And really anything to see less of Capshaw.
âThatâs a good boy. Now behave the rest of today, the nurses have enough to deal with, and you don't want to be sedated- or worse get a lump of coal, on Christmas do you?â He said with a smile and bent over and ruffled his hat partially crumpling it where it sat on his head.
âMerry Christmas Alfred, Iâll see you tomorrow.â Harris beamed in his good cheer and turned on his heels to leave the hospital for what Alfie imagined was a roasted goose with all of the trimmings and three smiling children.Â
Maybe he was a good father? Maybe he played catch in the backyard and read stories alloud by the fire?
A shiver went through him as he was lost in this thought, only to jump again when he felt a hand on his back.
Alfie deflated a little in his seat, âHe said I have to have treatment today.â
Seanâs eyebrows were creased as he came into his vision, rounding the table, âOn Christmas? What do they say? No rest for the wicked?â
âIs that me or them that's the Wicked?â Alfie replied dryly but lacking the smirk a joke would require.
Sean elected to ignore the dour comment and move forward, âI was watching you though, you did a good job, I saw you nodding- agreeing- just like we talked about. I know it isnât easy.â
âYou said that before- at one point⌠I used to fight it?â
It was Seanâs turn to smirk, âLike a tomcat, a force of nature,â He replied with a tone of distinctive pride, âYou really stuck it to them.â
âSometimes I feel like I still want toâŚâ
Sean paused, sensing the dangerous territory, âFie, listen, thatâs not a bad thing but-â
âBut then theyâd erase me again⌠I know. So I wonât.â
He sighed, âItâs just not fair, Fie. You should be able to fight and I should help you-â
âBut it isnât fair no matter what and if youâre gone...â
Fie was frankly amazingly lucid today. It was reminding Sean of how painful it could be when he was.... as opposed to the other special kind of torture of when he was out of it- this way he was aware of the injustice, the cruelty.
âYouâre right,â Sean breathed out, feeling decidedly un-cheery.
As if reading his mind in turn Alfie responded with a wry smile that didnât match his eyes, âMerry Christmas to us then.â
Sean then smiled bigger than he should have, âI do have one thing that might tip the balances of todayâŚâ
Alfie actually looked mildly curious.
âIf youâll do me the honor of escorting me back to your quarters, there may or may not be a surprise waiting thereâŚâ
Fie tried to suppress a small smile and nodded. He almost got up but then looked apprehensively at his tray, reflexively ready to be told to eat more.
âClean plate club as far as Iâm concerned.â Sean shooed him up gently with a smile.Â
Fie wobbled a bit and wasnât fast by any stretch of the imagination but when they made it back to his cell Sean gestured inside like a prize show girl.
Fie raised his eyebrows when with a cursory look nothing was visible.Â
âYou think Iâd let the nurses take it home for themselves? Look a little closer-â
Alfie stepped inside as he had hundreds of times before. The only thing in the white cell was an iron bed with white sheets and a gray scratchy wool blanket.Â
He looked back at Sean, now really confused.
âCheck the sheetsâ Sean smiled.
So Alfie did, tucked right within was a small bundleâŚ
Alfie immediately sat on his bed with the green wrapped bundle on his lap and then just stopped, staring at it.
âYou can open it anytime,â Sean reminded him in a teasing voice.
Fie looked up at him, almost surprised again that he was there, already so distracted by this new object.
But he nodded minutely and looked back down to the parcel.
It was wrapped with a thin red and white twine bow that he gingerly pulled loose. Before it fell away he rubbed it with his fingers, savoring the touch.
Gingerly, so gingerly he began on the paper. There was no tape so at his little tug it easily came away. First visible was a card.
âMerry Christmas! From the Cyrilâsâ read in cheery red script around a green snow covered tree with little yellow lights dotting it. Fieâs finger brushed slowly over the pressed inks. After a long moment, he opened up the card and something fluttered out.
Sean jumped over to retrieve it and embarrassedly spluttered as he handed it back, âSophie wanted to give you a card but each one has our snapshot in it for family and friends out of town- itâs corny, i know...â his cheeks were red.
Fie just silently took the thick glossy cutout back and stared at it. It was Sean, that he recognized, but bizarrely out of uniform, in a knit button-up leisure shirt. And a woman beaming at the camera in his arms below him. She was so happy- beaming wasnât enough of a word to describe it. Her hair was done stylishly in medium curls that swept off her face and her dress, even in the black and white, was obviously colorful and jubilant.
They were beautiful.
He looked at the writing in the card, âDear Alfred, Merry Christmas from us. Good tidings and continued wishes for your improving health. With cheers and fond wishes, Soph and Sean.â
The script was decidedly ugly which unexpectedly made Fie laugh, scrawled with sharp points and careless dots and crossed tâs, somehow even that was amusing and warm.
âOh her writing? I know!! Apparently the nuns used to use a ruler on her hands in grade school for it- she thinks sheâs talented for it!â Sean laughed warmly.
Fie closed the card and smiled at Sean, âThank you, Sean.â He couldnât believe they would give him this, it was almost too kind.
âWell thats just the card! Look at the rest!â Sean replied giddily.
And sure enough, to his surprise, (as he had forgotten about the lumpiness of the parcel) there was more. First was a little pie, the size of a hand and absolutely delicious looking, then⌠a tiny notebook, again no larger than a hand with a little pencil fit into the spine.Â
Fie picked up the notebook, dumbfounded. Green leather bound with tissue thin pages turned over and over in his hands.
âMostly for drawingâŚ. If you ever felt like it when i canât take you to the art room but also I donât know...â Sean rubbed the back of his neck, âFor remembering things you donât wanna forget- important things-â
Fie shifted the contents of his lap beside him to jump up and hug Sean but clumsily more fell into him than anything.
âThank you-â He mumbled into the warm winter uniform sweater, âThank you.â
Sean held him securely, âMerry Christmas bud, you probably deserve a helluva lot more than this.â