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Leo's 93th birthday

The guard had been on another mission– Christ he hated those, always on the verge of having a heart attack. And people had the fucking habit to make sure Leo was busy around each other’s birthday. This time, missing the 3rd by a fucking mere three days.

After everything they’d been through, which was a fuck lot, Baelfire felt this gift was needed. It was a callback to the blue lotus in a glass ball– that was now cracked, he’d given to the vamp during the 2014 Holidays.

But now, the lotus was out in the open and made with transparent paper. He left a note with one word in his shitty writing.

Nothing.

Only Leo would understand the deeper meaning of that one word when placed beside the gift. There was nothing left to say.

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The shewolf mistress had insisted on giving him somethin’ for his help, but seriously he had tried to be out of her house as fast as he could. Last time he’d been alone in a house with a shewolf he didn’t knew, he’d been raped. So saying he was fucking nervous was a FUCKING big understatement. But apparently his “subtle” leg extension to once more make someone fall had saved her a fuck lot of money. So she’d given him the typical “Pick something in this room and it’s yours.” cause just thanking Kennedy wasn’t enough. But really he didn’t want anything. But when she had insisted again one last time, he’d picked up the scent of ivory and walked up to a shelve with a couple chessmen. It was apparently what was left of a heirloom. He had instinctively reached for a piece and she’d said: “That’s the White Queen. Are you interested in Chess?” Baelfire had wanted to go– with the chessman. So he had smiled, nodding and left barely a couple minutes later after learning where the thing was from.

He’d gone back home, leaving the piece for Leo to find with the explanation he’d been given in his shitty writing.

It’s the White Queen of an antique Indian Vizagapatam chess set. It was carved into Asian Elephant ivory. I was told the King stood 5-3/8” tall and the Queen 4-½". Circa 1800.

Baelfire

The chess piece was a lovely little thing. He’d gotten a very nice letter from the Mistress his slave had helped. He lifted it carefully, holding it between two fingers. Ivory was one of those materials that seemed able to hold warmth. His fingers feeling the fine etching of it. He put it on his desk in his study. Somewhere his eyes could move to it when he wished.

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Christmas 2015

It was becoming a custom between them– maybe more like a habit– they didn’t do custom, it was too ceremonial for them. But either cases, they gave each other gifts, but were rarely around when they did so– especially if it was meaningful to who they were.

So with a full moon on Christmas day, Baelfire knew the guard would work, so he had the box delivered to Leo’s office at the Chateau. The wolf had gone back to see the one who had madethe glass ball last year, but this year would be completely different– he had no secret to place in a fragile ball.

Instead, inside the box was a rook, made out of glass, with deep red highlights. It wasn’t big– no more than four inches long and high. But it was unique, made at Baelfire’s request.

Of course, Baelfire had left a note with his shitty writing– something that Leo knew it was harder than it seemed to do.

This ain’t about Christmas, but it gave me something to blame for this gift. I know it won’t ever be something we’ll talk about– but I need this to be our reminder that even without Chess, no matter where we are or who we are, this symbols still means something. It’s more than just a fucking noun.

This, no one but us owns it, that’s ours.

But still, Merry Christmas Black Rook, Baelfire

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Leo had read the note in the small hours, with the sounds of distressed wolves howling up through the stone corridors. The gift was beautiful, fitting into his aesthetic easily like everything Baelfire ever got him. Looking at the glass rook, red so solid it was black. He read the note again.

That’s ours.

Those two words struck something inside of him that resonated longer than they should have. There was a weight to them that meant something more than just the first few layers. Something important that his slave was trying to tell him. There was a shift in the air around him, no more than a sigh. But Leopold Kennedy felt it. He folded the note carefully and put it into an inner pocket on his person. Closing up the little figurine he placed it out of the way until he could take it back to his house. Perhaps not in the study this time... perhaps on one of the other display shelves. Somewhere more visible. Until then there was work to do.

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Baelfire. Good to see you again.

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