#santascarlet

[sinshckled]

     “---What did you just call me??”

@santascarlet *

[sinshckled]

here she is, offering you a homemade cake that she made --- an atrociously looking one, as if someone had just dragged it from a pile of trash. however, she's very proud of it, therefore proceed with caution.

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Frankly, he’s never seen a cake look so pitiful in his almost three decades of life. Yet she seems to take a lot of pride in her work — and he fears seeing such a bright smile leave her features more than any kind of physical violence he knows her capable to inflict upon him.It might have been years since the shackles and the pain, since the tower and the promise of heaven —  yet for her, he still has a soft spot. 

——— and so Jellal Fernandes desesperatly tries to keep a NEUTRAL EXPRESSION at the sight of the pastry  ( if it can even be called as such ).

                             ( he really is. ) ↴      “Erza — I, uh, I’m… speechless !  You shouldn’t have.”  ( she really shouldn’t. )

——— NEEDLESS TO SAY, HE FAILS SPECTACULARLY.     The smile he flashes her shows an awkward discomfort he hasn’t succeeded in hiding.

His gaze falls onto the cake again. From the looks of it, he’s pretty sure that its taste is questionnable as well. Yet against all odds, his smile softens — and becomes more genuine.

Why? Because he can picture her in Fairy Hills’ kitchen, clothed of an apron and a chef’s hat, dutifully attempting to decorate a messy cake with icing of a questionnable texture. He can picture her focus, her tongue sticking out, her determined gaze and her glee as she faced the end result she somehow found satisfying. The vision warms his heart, and Jellal finds in him thankfulness — perhaps not for the gift itself, but for the efforts she clearly put into it.

He wants to reach out and embrace her, but he hesitates and resolves himself to simply taking the plate from her hands.

“…Thank you. I appreciate the thought immensely.”

[hanayomemomo]

/ casually lifts the small child off the ground. wow, so tiny.

With no effort whatsoever, she was raised up off the ground - feet dangling, held gently in one armored hand - a sharp intake of breath was taken, as her gaze fell downward to the freckled visage of her scarlet haired companion.  Wearing a festive holiday styled hat, and a playful grin to match.  

“So…is this what it feels like to be tall?”

[firefaiiry]

She would gladly and effortlessly lift him up, and eventually place him on top of her shoulders.

Natsu practically let limp when he was lifted, and he does not struggle. When he’s placed on her shoulders, he places one hand on her head and the other on his knee to steady himself. He is used to being lifted by Erza, not sure if it was some kind of work out for her or just a way to embarrass him.

It used to, it didn’t anymore. While before he’d kick and yell, not he merely accepted his fate like a grouchy cat who kept getting lifted by those he lived with.

“Not sure if you want me to sense something from up here, or is the terrain too rough and y’think I’m gonna trip?” There is a gentle teasing tone to the fire slayer’s remark.

[hanayomemomo]

/ pats your head. pat pat.

*squees a little*

You are much prettier than I anticipated, Santa!  …And so strong!

[coeurspire]

She would extend one arm, graciously offering a nicely decorated parcel, with its theme reminiscing of Christmas. Inside, there were several sugary treats, sharing the similarity of the theme; it's in the season, after all.

the holiday party was --- tiring and sherry had long settled down on a couch, happy that her long dress was hiding her feet as she had taken off her high heels when her feet had started to ache. she had not expected for anyone to follow her to this corner of the room, but sherry knew better than to let her surprise show. instead, she raised her head and smiled at the redhead, accepting the offered present with a short nod. someone else might have asked whether or not this was for her, but sherry had no patience for idle chitchat today.

“ ah, thank you, ” she said quietly, undoing the bow and peeling the paper apart with great care. sherry had, like her grandfather, always been --- particular about wrapping paper, had always tried to unwrap gifts with a care that left the paper in a near pristine condition. it was such a pointless and silly quirk, one yuuka had been teasing her for since they had been kids, but these were the moments when she felt like her grandfather was not gone, completely.

the corners of her mouth quirked upwards before she could stop herself she inspected the cookies within. marzipan.  finally.  in the past, sherry had never cared much for marzipan. it was adam's sweet of choice which was why there was always some to find in her office where it had been safe from her for months. lately, however --- lately, she could only describe her preference for this particular sweet as a craving. which, given her circumstances, was probably the best term.

( adam had long started to look for another hiding spot for his favourite sweet. )

“ thank you, again, ” she repeated as she looked back to the woman. “ it's most appreciated today. ”

[sinshckled]

Bro.

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     “Fellow associate.”

[firefaiiry]

Here's to Erza, offering you a parcel with christmas themed ornamented cookies. Of course, she did not baked them, since they are bought from a local bakery store.

The silent gesture causes him to stop in confusion, he heard rustling... But he can smell something that piques his interest. Happy murmurs to him that she’s holding out a box, and he raised his hands to take the present.

He touches her hands first, then gently takes the present. He’s silent, before he gives her a wide grin. “Wow! Thanks Erza! Don’t worry, I got yours at home! These smell delicious!”