RIVARMIN CHRISTMAS FIC: The captain sat in his chair, cradling a cup of tea, its warmth swallowed by the bitter chill of the winter night. Outside his window, the world bustled with preparations for a celebration he neither understood nor cared for... Or so he thought. He had convinced himself that solitude was enough, that the festive cheer was nothing more than noise.
But then, a knock broke the silence.
Rising reluctantly, he opened the door and found himself face-to-face with a pair of familiar eyes, warm, bright, and brimming with stories. Eyes he had missed more than he dared admit. Eyes that had returned from distant journeys to share tales of glowing lights and festive magic, of laughter shared over steaming mugs and plates of sweet treats. But most of all, those eyes spoke of love -of the kind found not in grand gestures, but in simple, cherished company.
In that moment, the captain realized that home wasn’t a place or a distant memory... It had found its way to his heart, standing right there on his doorstep.
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