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[ironbloodccd]

At the distinctive sound of the gate, her attention is torn away from her book - it falls to the floor, abandoned, as she runs into him at near full speed, launching her body at his. She doesn't seem to care if she knocks him over as she loops her arms around his shoulders, burying her face into his thick white hair as she gasps - elated, clearly, at his return. "Brooklyn! Oh... I missed you -- !"

@condomglitter

     If was nice to find himself, once more, in familiar company. Natalie was on him before the gargoyle could realize where he’d ended up, though the flash that he caught of her face and the delight in her voice were enough to let Brooklyn know that he was safe.

     And, more importantly, so was she.

     A surprised yelp would soon be followed by laughter as Brooklyn caught the girl, barely managing to keep the two of them from toppling over. Silently does he find himself thankful for the fact that he’s always had a good sense of balance, with his tail playing no small part in keeping Nat from knocking the red gargoyle flat on his back.

     He doesn’t bother to scold her though - Brooklyn never does, given that he’d just as happy to see her.

     “You too - I didn’t think I’d get to see you again this soon!” There was a pause, followed by another chuckle as he gave the redheaded girl an affectionate squeeze.

     “Well, soon for me. I’m guessing that it’s been a lot longer for you.”

[ironbloodccd]

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@condomglitter

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     It was strange, how the sight of Nat crawling into his lap filled him with a mixture of warmth and heartbreak. How such a tiny girl could feel so safe with him when adults of her kind fled in fear was beyond him, but then, humans didn’t always make a whole lot of sense. The gargoyle didn’t exactly want to bother with trying to think up a reasoning behind it either, given that his attention was fixated on the child seeking comfort in his arms.

     “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable in your bed, Nattie... ?” came Brooklyn’s soft question, though his strong arms were already bundling her close, leathery wings moving to wrap around the both of them even as the little girl shook her head. Lips curved up into a small smile, and though the gargoyle glanced towards Nat’s door, he doubted that he would have to worry about anyone coming in - not without him hearing them first.

     After all, he’d heard more than enough yelling outside the room tonight. No wonder Nat hadn’t been able to sleep. Had it not been for the fact that he was holding her, Brooklyn likely would have growled at the sound of yet another shout emanating from somewhere else in the house.

     “Don’t be scared,” he whispered instead, looking down at the little girl and stroking talons gently through her red hair, “I promise I’ll stay...”

     “But you have t’ go to sleep, okay?”

[ironbloodccd]

She placed one hand on either side of his crimson beak, leaning out the decorated window to press her emerald painted lips against the bridge of his long face. Red would not have made a mark against his skin, which was quite the shade of most of her lipsticks - but green did the trick. Her father had called her silly, for hanging mistletoe at the window; for who would she meet upon the sill? She'd known exactly who could appear there, though - and here he was. "Merry Christmas, Brooklyn."

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@condomglitter

     He knew of the human tradition involving mistletoe during Christmas, but had never paid it much mind - after all, there were few females at the Castle, and he’d disappeared into the gate before the holiday could even roll around this year. As such, he hadn’t been expecting to receive such a gesture when he’d settled upon Natalie’s sill that night, despite the fact that the Phoenix Gate had dropped him off during that festive time of year.

     Her kiss caused his eyes to widen and were his body not already a deep shade of red, his face likely would have flushed crimson. As it was, the gargoyle drew in a breath as her lips pressed against his beak, both startled and flustered by the gesture.

     By the dragon, his heart was racing like a wild wind.

     “Y-Yeah,” he stammered lamely, trying to regain his composure as his talons clung to her sill, “you– you too, Nat. M-Merry Christmas.”

      For a brief moment, he wondered how likely he was to get her under that sprig of Mistletoe again.