@kngofhell
The holidays were always Roman’s favourite. It didn’t matter what was happening or what was going to happen--- he just enjoyed the spirit it gave him. It was odd. Being happy around this time of year, but he learned to accept it. Feed off of it. A reminder that new beginnings were underway and he would shed this skin and take on another form (in a totally metaphorical way because the thought of getting skinned was always in the back of his mind as probably the worst possible way to go).
He shivered.
Part of the reason was his involvement with the family. He gave his all to them and received so much more than he bargained for. Elias was like his brother (better, if he were being honest. His brothers were all sociopaths that couldn’t give a single shit if one of them popped off the edge of the Earth). He valued their dynamic so much so it felt weird not getting any gifts for him. It felt nice giving for a change.
He had been gone for most of the month dealing with legal matters back home. His brother trying to gain full control of the company, the less-than-elegant passing of their sister, Alastair’s upper-East-side-takeover; it was a lot to stomach. He had to value the time he got away from them. He passed a ribbon-laced box over to the other, pairing it with a bottle of Goût de Diamants to soften the blow. He had responsibilities here, too, and he wanted Elias to know that he knew.
“Is a hair cut beneath you now or are you gearing up for the winter?”
