WIP Wednesday
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Alright so I have another break between cleaning again and I actually stayed up a bit late last night working on The Santa Clause Bobby fic...like 5k worth of words and that was just Bobby becoming Santa. Lol. Anyway, here is another snippet of that and the previous one can be found here.
The conviction at which Red speaks leaves Bobby speechless. This man who was supposed to be his savior, who helped him finally forgive himself was the Santa Claus? An immortal being who rides in a sleigh led by reindeer and gives gifts made by elves to children around the world on the eve of Christmas. A man who apparently is anointed by the North Star and speaks to the celestial light. It was crazy and completely outrageous. Yet…Bobby believed him. And now Santa Claus is wanting to retire and pass on all that responsibility to Bobby, a drunken and broken ex-fire captain. “Why me?” He asked softly. Red crouches down and looks Bobby dead in eye, “You have seen and experienced cruelties of the world. Yes, you took your grief to the bottle, but still you remained a truly kind and good man. You have so much love within you and because of that, you were able to find joy again. And I can see, well Poly can see that much love means a whole lotta joy that can be shared, especially with those who experience it so little. You did it once before as a firefighter, now it’ll just be on a worldwide scale. I truly believe you are up for that challenge.” Belief. Love. Joy. All things Santa Claus represents and bestows. And every single one is seen by Polaris, a true guiding light, within Bobby. So maybe, just maybe, Bobby is a good man, a man filled with love, that bring joy, and has belief. Maybe he can be the next Santa Claus. A beaming smile overcomes Red’s face, his cheeks going rosy red. In the sky Polaris twinkles, which Bobby interprets as delight for his internal decision. (He really hopes, learning to speak star comes with the suit.) Santa rises to his full height, places the iconic red head on his head, and the smile drops to a stoic demeanor, “Do you Robert Nicholas Nash agree to the Clause of the North Pole.”
Heheh. Polaris is so much more than star in this fic, even has cute nick name, Poly which I adore. Anywho... Bobby deserves all the happiness and the mantle of Santa Claus; I will fight those who disagree! Hope you enjoyed!
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