#thread; christmas

[altinctabek-blog]

@russkiy-yuri

“I’ll stay.”

When he was younger, he recalled a feeling of envy and awe, at the elasticity Yuri had- looking at him now, it was easy to see that hadn’t changed. His dark eyes closely examined his movements (they would only help him in his own figure skating career as for him, there was always more to be learned.) 

Otabek thought his hip would pop out, if he lifted his leg over his head like that.

“You are just as flexible as back then, Yura.” 

He extended a leg himself and started to stretch. The kitchen was spacious, but far from an ideal workout area; he kept in the back of his mind to watch for any breakable objects. 

[lovely-pal]

hello, flowey! merry gyftmas! I have some gyftmas cookies for you, if you'd like some. ~sincerely, @queen-toriel

“Cookies?” Didn’t that woman know that he was a flower- an obscure gift for someone like him. “Really? Cookies, for me? Gee. You shouldn’t have, really.” With an obnoxious roll of his eyes and sarcastic gratitude the buttercup prodded at one of them with a vine. A gift at all was peculiar in the first place. But…it certainly couldn’t hurt to try just one, could it? Flowey actualy could eat though he didn’t do it often. This would be one of few exception (sweets and desserts were his one weakness, admittedly). “Hmm…” In one huge gulp he crammed a Gyftmas cookie in his mouth, crumbs dotting the soil he was planted in. “…They aren’t that bad…”

[ifidie-idiewithyou]

Christmas

The Musain was closed for Christmas. It was strange to see its windows dark, and stranger to walk the empty streets, caked with dirty snow. It was so quiet for this time of day. He had a bundle under his arm, and was bundled up himself in a hat and scarf. The package was wrapped in only brown paper and string, but it was obvious by the day and the way he cradled it out of the snow, that it was intended as a gift. He stopped outside of Enjolras' apartment and took a deep breath. He knocked. --- therealgovernedbythetrue