Christmas Eve Considerations (RP for Julian)

[Saikeria Moore]

(OOC note, in case you failed to take notice previously this is an RP between me and Julian's player, meant for our characters alone. Thank you.)

Saikeria gave a more than heavy sigh. Much like the angst ridden teen she no longer was. The teen she hadn’t been for quite a few years, now, in fact. The crinkle of her nose and the purse to her lips complimented this vaguely irritated utterance to the point of perfection.

There she stood, upon the front porch of their home. Hers and Julian’s. Her fingertips grazed over the soft piling of snow that had accumulated upon the railing. The snow fell in almost heavy clumps (If snow could ever be considered heavy, in such a small dose.) back towards the ground where it may more appropriately settle. After all, that’s where snow belonged; underfoot. A small space was cleared in this manner. The vaguely packed clumps of precipitation burrowing into the snow below. Their added weight pressing down upon the already comfortably settled blanket, marring the otherwise mostly pristine surface.

Well, it was pristine beneath the railing anyway, if she’d take the time to lift her gaze she’d take note of her thoroughly tramped down lawn, deep furrows of snow missing in some patches, only to have been filled in by the most recent fall. A clean slate. This careless wreckage all lead to one ultimate goal, the snowman that Julian, herself, and a certain puppy (More apt towards outdoor activities) Jack.

The puppy had been more than happy to wander outside with mama and papa and trample through the snow with the couple. To attempt to nose a stack of snow into some semblance of a ball. Anything to help his parents out; all while offering a wide, panting smile.

She smiled a slight, coming to lean upon the lip of the railing. Traces of snow lingered and it seemed more than willing to soak through the fabric of her jacket, wetting her forearms thoroughly. Once more her nose crinkled. Arms lifted from their former position only to be closely inspected, as if it were not melted snow upon her forearms as so much as it was a more corrosive material. Once her worries of acid were dispelled the small girl propped her arms back into place, folding one neatly upon the other.

The snow was still falling, albeit lightly. Soft drifts were smoothing upon the already smooth lines of the snow banks Julian had piled up whilst shoveling the walkway, not to mention the much larger stacks where the driveway was concerned.

This snow was much lighter than the precipitation Saikeria and Julian had stuffed together, forming their first snowman as a couple. And the first snowman Julian had ever crafted. Even the vaguest of breezes brought the frozen rain to arch and once more take to flight. Even if their flight time lasted no more than a mere moment before coming to settle back down where others of it’s kind once had rested. It collected upon the mostly unused flag of the mail box which stood sentry at the foot of their driveway, upon the peak of their roof, and depositing within the gutters lining the roof. The snow accumulated anywhere the wind would allow the restless tid bits to settle down. This included, much to Saikeria’s displeasure; her own form.

The gentle flakes came to prick upon the tender arch of her cheek. Tangling within dark, feathery lashes. Clinging to brow, and slipping easily upon the crown of her blonde head.

Her fingertips drew reflexively inwards, tucking closer to her frame; half stuffing into her jacket pockets. Arms drawing away from the railing she leaned upon. And downwards to press completely into her pockets of her tartan jacket. Hands balled within the tight confines of her jacket. Thumb pressed warmly upon the coil of her wedding band. The frozen feel of platinum pressing upon all sides of her skin. Her feeble attempt to warm the cool metal band.

Dark gaze was drawn back towards the mail box perched upon the end of their drive. Idly the small girl pondered upon the concept of Vampiric Christmas. Did they send Christmas cards? Saikeria was uncertain. The past few of her Christmases had been spent alone. She’d had no one of real importance to mail a card off to. Little tidbits o her family life piled up into one letter, and printed out for the masses to gaze upon and smile fondly. Even if that smile was fake. But this year, she had Julian around to keep her company. Even if she didn’t have any friends her husband had a few that may still care enough about him (Hermit like attitude and all) to send out a greeting card packed full of well wishes, happy holidays, and possibly a picture or two.

She heaved a soft sigh then. The rise of her chest drawing upwards, and then shuddering back down. Her breath misted on the frozen air, providing a short lived fog before her visage. She could only shake her head at the thought. They were silly, to say the least. Though some part of her still clung to the notion of Christmas cards, and long aged human ideals.

Another shake to her blonde head. Whisps of hair and flakes of snow fling outwards. Her obvious attempt to dispel any further moisture from seeping towards her flesh. A single hand lifted from her pocket, only to comb through her hair. Her back was turned to the mail box as she nudged back indoors. Almost immediately upon entering the small maiden toed out of her shoes and shook the jacket from her shoulders. She was greeted by a chorus of mewls, from the ever worried Nat.

The small calico brought his tiny form closer a few paces before giving another mewl towards his mama. Amber eyes were wide, displaying their concern, his own. It was all too obvious the tiny kitten was not too fond of being abandoned by his mother, and with Lord Chunk slumbering he was left to fend for himself. Something which rarely, if ever occurred.

Saikeria stooped to meet the small kitten’s wandering path. Welcoming hands were turned out for the baby. No matter how cold they were. And Nat was more than eager to oblige. The smooth line of his jaw was pressed upon her fingertips before he same to nestle himself more neatly against Saikeria. Her hands folded together beneath Nat’s forearms, and with that she drew the tiny critter upwards, pressing the warm animal against her shoulder. The kitten mewled one more and pawed his way onto Saikeria’s being, paws pressing to the nape of her neck warmly. It was there he settled into place, half draped across Sai’s shoulder, and threading through her hair.

Her hands pressed warmly upon the kitten, bracing him as she took to the stairs. Counting the number in her head, lest she trip. She never quite remembered how many stairs she’d encountered the night prior, but it always seemed to be of some assistance to her. Her hip bumped upon the stairwell as she turned towards her bedroom.

A brief tap was set to the canopy of Eilis’s cage as she passed it. Only to turn back her covers. Saikeria was half surprised Julian had remained at rest during hr absence. Generally he would have stirred a slight in notice she had been missing. Though it was still remarkably early, and he never was quite the happy camper upon rising.

Saikeria, however, set her hand upon her husband’s chest, and gave a brief wiggle to his form, “Julian,” she whispers, releasing Nat to pad back towards the foot of the bed, only to leap free and join his comrades in a group slumber, “Mister Moore,” she utters once more. Fingertips slip warmly down the curve of his side, stuttering over the ripple of his bare ribs before finally finding his hand. Her fingers fill the void between the male’s own with a warm squeeze. Her face was brought downwards to press against the curve of his neck. Dark eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment, “Time to wake up!” she insists.

[Julian]

Despite the fact that Julian hardly stirred since Saikeria's leaving of their joined bed, Julian's form had made some semblance of effort since her departure. It was obvious that, without Saikeria's warmth, he was left to scuttle over and roll into place where Saikeria had been previously. Her scent clinging to the bedsheets and pillows was more than enough to settle the heavy sleeper known as Julian Avery Moore from moving any further than actually necessary. But certainly it was much too early to wake anyway, no?

As always, Saikeria was there more awake than ever and eager to wake Julian. It was not that Julian minded but there were no plans set in stone for that day and Julian was definitely one to sleep in when he had the chance. So when Saikeria's hand wriggles upon his chest, it wasn't surprising that a grumble was emitting forth from his lips and his body taking a turn away from her. He was eagerly tucking himself upon the bed and attempting to lay himself face down so he may not have to deal with another attempt but it seemed Saikeria was much more persistent than Julian as always.

As Saikeria's mouth draws near the arch of his neck and ear altogether, Julian soon after gives a whine as her voice flits and fills him. It was a minor annoyance to deal with upon this remarkably early morning. With a faint grumble that can be associated with the cranky side that was Julian, his face tips and buries within the pillows and shoulders give a faint shrug as if the fend off Saikeria for a moment or two. "I'm awake, I'm awake!" He exclaims soon after albeit muffled by the pillow he was currently attempting to smother himself with. He just wanted to be sure Saikeria wouldn't try anything else considered be slick and sly in order to wake him more than was necessary. He was hoping he could win her over to sleep in for another moment or two although he knew that wouldn't happen.

What happened next was something he had grown used to. Over the time of knowing Saikeria, there was hardly a time that Julian could ever be more than mildly annoyed with the woman and even then, it never did last long. Turning his face to her, he sets his gaze upon her own and meets hers evenly. Fingers ruffle through his unruly tresses for the moment before he gives a groan and tips his face back to the pillow. "Do we really have to be up, Saikeria? I mean, it's so early!" He points out and attempts to crane his neck in search of his watch for evidence of such. It was on the night stand but of course Julian makes no motion to gather it up. It didn't matter at the moment, he'd be getting up anyway in the end.

Knowing there was no way Saikeria will give him up easily at the moment, Julian gives in and submits. Turning from his current position of laying face first upon the bed with the lower portion of his body tangled within the sheets, Julian turns more fully to Saikeria and offers a slight smile before propping himself upon his elbows and peering down from her and toward the floor where their current little family of critters lingered and nestled upon one another in a union of slumber. Julian's face turns, eyes falling to their joined hand. He hadn't realized until then that Saikeria had been holding his hand. He likewise realizes how cold it was.

"You're cold. Were you outside, Saikeria?" He questions before tipping his face up and meeting her gaze. He lifts her hand to his mouth and sets his pout to her knuckles and fingertips. The brush of his stubble no doubt left her flesh prickling before his face tips toward hers. His freehand lifts to brush past her cheek and tangle within her hair. He draws her closer until they were in that intimate space with one another. A comfort shared and eagerly reciprocated between the two. Julian's face cants in his rather well known wolfish gesture until his brow was bumping upon hers and eyes falling shut.

"What now, Saikeria?" Julian questions of her before furrowing a brow and pulling a face. His eyes open and shift toward the window. Snow fall was drifting lazily with the nightly zephyr and Julian found his mind falling back to their previous activities involving a certain puppy and the creation of a snowman. "Oh," Julian murrs as he suddenly realizes what day it was. Christmas Eve.

Julian, unlike many others, was rather realistic in his way of being. He still celebrated such things and kept to a relatively normal lifestyle as he had in his human life. Despite that, he didn't know many people now as he had back then. It made celebrating with many an almost non-existent thing. He had Saikeria and their lovely pets but beyond that, he only knew a handful of people that he could truly call his friends.

"What are we going to do this Christmas Eve?" Questions Julian as he tips his face to Saikeria in question.

[Saikeria Moore]

Saikeria’s nose crinkled in reply to her husband’s questioning. Dark gaze warm and fond upon her husband’s face. Even with tussled hair and that sleep in his eyes, Still warm blankets draped around his form as if he were king of laziness. Which, sometimes she was pretty sure he was, indeed. And she was his only-occasionally-lazy Queen.

Right now though, she wasn’t so lazy. And she didn’t want Julian to be, either. Her hand lifted to comb through his hair with a tender scrape of her fingernails, dragging the soft locks back, and away from his forehead. Her palm pressed upon the curve of his skull as fingertips scored pleasantly upon the rarely touched flesh of his scalp. Hair threading carefully between her fingers. Tender digits curled a slight, clutching upon the silken locks, for only a moment or so more, before simply falling to release, setting at the curve of her husband’s side warmly, although her fingertips were still frigid

Her head tipped then as her brow pressed to his own once more. Dark eyes falling shut with a yawn of her own. Lips parted and one would be able to count her teeth if they were so inclined. Or maybe just weird enough to count her teeth. She wouldn’t put it past her partner. He’d do it just to be a little itch.

And she loved every minute of it.

Left hand lifted to cup upon his cheek warmly. Thumb smoothing across his stubbled dimples, then, “We can start with breakfast” the girl offered. Skin prickling with the sandpaper feel beneath her palm. Warm and rough to her touch. “C’mon, baby,” she half coos, arms drawing around his neck as she leaned away from his form, attempting in a unconventional manner to draw him out of bed, finally, or so she hoped.

The small girl stood upright and stretched out. Slender arms lifting above her blonde head, hands locking upon her elbows as her shoulders popped in a less than audible manner. Her back arched for a moment before she spun in place. Thin socks upon her feet providing a slick surface from their floorboards beneath. With that. Her fingertip taps upon the top of Eilis’s cage carefully before coming to wiggle within the metallic contraption.

The small chinchilla (Although bigger than when she’d been first brought home) was happy to poke her nose from within her sling. Her hand was cupped for the rodent to waddle into. Eilis’s eyes squint and her nose bumped in silent regard to the tips of her fingers before she comes to flop into Sai’s palm. Squishy gray body rolling into her touch and tucking into place against her. Eilis gave a squeak, then. Sai wasn’t quite sure what exactly the small rodent’s sound exactly meant. But Sai gave a wide smile and a nod towards the rodent. Her free hand caught up the small plastic ball they kept Eilis in sometimes while downstairs, lest she begin to feel left out, all alone in her cage. Eilis was deposited into her ball before the cap was pressed on firmly, and twisted into place with a satisfying snap.

The small girl brushed her fingers through her hair once more before peeking back to Julian, “We can make bacon and eggs, and toast, and all that gross stuff you like,” she bargained, brows lifting with a wide, hopeful smile offered up to Julian. Ball coming to balance on her hip.*

[Julian]

Suddenly amusement floods Julian's eyes as Saikeria attempts to coax him from bed with the promise of breakfast as their activity for their morning. "And here I thought you weren't a breakfast person," Julian murmurs before pulling a face. It was true though. Saikeria had mentioned to Julian on many occasions that she wasn't a breakfast person. Despite that though, she often did take part in eating at least toast while Julian had a much healthier and larger portion of food. After all, it was necessary for a growing boy such as himself.

Either way, Saikeria's ways soon won Julian out and he was submitting once again albeit somewhat reluctantly. It was cold within their room and their bed was relatively warm compared to the rest of their two-story home he was sure. Nonetheless, Julian found himself throwing back to sheets from his body [after untangling them of course], and slipping free to gather up something clothing to slip into. Shimmying his hips into his pants and soon after tugging on a shirt and smoothing his hair, Julian walks barefoot from the room after following Saikeria out.

The walk all the while was spent knuckling at his eyes and muffling his yawn with his freehand. Luckily though, their kitchen wasn't too far off despite the fact that Julian was planning on taking a detour in order to turn up the temperature within their home and warm it altogether. It was a necessary act lest Carwyn pester them later before judging it fine to lay down by the heater like the eager pup he was. Soon after Julian was entering the kitchen and running things through his mind.

What would they need? First off Julian had to judge what they would eat. Idly Julian wonders if Saikeria will settle for the norm and push it a step further due to it being Christmas Eve. He couldn't forget that they would have to make something special for dinner as well to likewise fill their bellies before bed could be considered a welcoming thing. Truth was, there was much to do and yet so much time to do it in. Unlike their usual of leaving home and enjoying the night life, Saikeria and Julian were both planning on staying indoors due to the snow and instead were planning on lounging with their trusted pets no doubt. All of this goes through Julian's mind as he saunters over toward the refrigerator and pulls open the door.

He leans half in with an arm set upon the door of the open door and his face tipping to allow eyes to scan the contents within the fridge with ease. It wasn't long until he was gathering the necessary items. Eggs, bacon and butter. Bread for toast would be found on top of the refrigerator where Julian kept it often. Shutting the door, he reaches with ease above the fridge and pulls it downward before setting it all beside the stove and stooping toward the cabinet at his legs to pull out a large pan for use.

"What had you up so early anyway, Saikeria?" Questions Julian. "I mean, it can't be because it's Christmas Eve. What's on your mind? Did you sleep okay?" Genuine concern or a clever way to keep her from waking him early next time. Whatever it is, he doesn't let on and looks all too genuine while asking her this. His eyes warm settles upon her as he turns to butter the pan and turn up the heat. It wasn't long until he was cracking eggs upon the edge of the pan and watching the innards spill upon its butter slick surface.

[Saikeria Moore]

Julian was moving surprisingly quick, putting into consideration that he’d just woken up. He was quick to turn up the heat, and quick to skip down the stairs and into the kitchen. All though they moved quietly. Lest they wake the other babies. The kitchen came soon after she wandered down the flight of stairs. Eilis’s ball was placed upon the tiling of the kitchen floor. The small animal simply rolled closer to the heating duct set before the island, opposite the side to where Julian and Saikeria now stood. It was obvious that the small animal was also more than hesitant to completely wake up. So, the rodent coiled into herself and laid to rest for a moment or so more.

Saikeria’s nose crinkled as she deposited four slices of the bread into their toaster. She didn’t quite press down the “toast” button, but waited a moment. A few short steps and she’d managed over towards Julian. And to her knees. The tiny woman ruffled through their many pots and pans. At which point had they obtained so many kitchen accessories? It certainly wasn’t at their wedding, for they didn’t have one. Perhaps some day they would remedy that at a later point and time. A separate pan was placed to the rear burner of their cook top, and the heat was thumbed on beneath this surface.

Her gaze lifted to peer upon Julian’s face. The bow of his neck as he watched the eggs cooked. A single hand lifted to push through the young man’s hair once more, shifting it to one distinct flicking direction. Dark eyes were warm as she peered upon her husband fondly The utter concentration he applied to his breakfast, albeit a little ridiculous, was utterly adorable.

She knew she was staring at him. She also knew he wouldn’t mind if he caught her. He’d just give that boyish grin towards her before turning his attention back upon the activity at hand. Or he’d watch her in reply. It all really depended upon what they were doing at that point and time. For now, seeing as how they were cooking, Julian would bring his attention back upon the pan, which he was frying the eggs in.

“Are you gonna flip those?” the woman questions, a single brow lifting skywards.

She’d ignored his question She was fully aware. Perhaps she’d get around to it later. Why was she awake so early? Would she tell him the truth? She was awake, well, because she was worried this Christmas wouldn’t be everything Julian had expected it to be. It was his first Christmas with her and she’d wanted to make it a memorable one. Perfect if she could. After a moment or so of consideration Saikeria brought her attention to the now hot pan before her.

“I just want you to be happy this Christmas, okay, Julian?” she murmured, eventually. Small hands lifted individual strips of bacon from their place, tucked tight together within the package, only to lay them out flat on the rocket hot skillet before her. This act was met with the immediate sizzle, fat seeping from within the disgusting strips of meat. Once the layers of bacon had set upon the skillet Saikeria twirled in place. Hands were Dipped beneath a stream of running water before being wiped clean.

“Do you want anything else?” she asks of her husband with a more than apparent pout. Small hands splayed upon the skirt of her dress warmly, righting the almost gaudy ruffles she wore. The soft blue dress dropped back upon the warm span of her thighs, settling just below her knees with a quiet sweep.

Initially the small woman hadn’t intended in getting out of her pajamas. But an disgustingly early stirring brought her to change her mind, and tug her more towards the clothed end of the spectrum. This dress, however left her shoulders bare. And it brought to life the memory of the night she’d sported her tutu for Julian, sans the mesh skirt. And the stockings she’d sported.

Sai could only crinkle her nose as she withdrew a fork from a drawer, set to one side of the sink, which she’d washed her hands in just a few moments previous. The tines of the fork were hooked within the lip of the meat, and with that she brought it to a flip. Flopping it back into the horrifically heated pan with careful precision. Her lips were pursed and her brows furrow as she concentrated upon the task at hand. She had no desire to burn herself ever again.

She’d give a puff to her cheeks as she laid the fork upon the counter. Eager eyes lifting to once more gaze upon her husband. Her hands were braced upon the lip of the counter as she leaned in place with a lazy sort of yawn. A delicate hand arching to press upon the careful pout of her lips.

Her body arched from the countertop with an easy motion. Peeling the door to the refrigerator open, breaking the seal of insulation with a single easy tug. The half empty gallon of orange juice laid in waiting in the door. Saikeria could only lift her brows and pull it from it’s place with a heavy sloshing sound. Her arm near wind-milled with the rattling of it’s contents, thoroughly shaking it. An overhead cupboard was popped ajar and two simple yellow-rimmed glasses was removed, and laid upon the cupboard. Near even amounts would be dumped into each glass. And with that the container, now weighing a considerable amount less, was placed back into the refrigerator.

“You know, Julian, I don’t think you’ve kissed me today,” she informs her husband with a soft pout. An all too obvious ploy for his affection. And, well, maybe a little sugar. She highly doubted he minded distributing the such. And she was more than willing to recive.