#xmas2k18

[fellowibders]

Merry Christmas to all my Fellow IBDers who celebrate it. I hope everyone has a happy and healthy holiday where Crohn’s Disease or Ulcerative Colitis takes a brief vacation. Today is about spending quality time with our families, so inflammatory bowel disease is not a welcome guest at our tables. The one thing we want from Santa that is at the top of our lists is a cure for Crohn’s Disease and Ulcerative Colitis. That’s why when we are asked if we got everything we wanted for Christmas, we hesitate and then say, “Almost.”  Love You All, Wade D. Sutherland

[pxzzlepieces-a]

For Atem, the gift was simple and yet so very special to the mage -- a possession most prized to him yet he knew that it would be something the former Pharaoh would cherish. In a small, ornate box there contained a little jar of sorts -- with a tiny white flower inside, perfectly intact. Or rather, if one would take a closer look, they would find that the jasmine was indeed still very much alive. He fiddled with the ends of his hair after offering the gift to Atem, biting his lip.

@blackincantation

     He’d seen the little flower before on Seker’s desk, and had often wondered about it. The mage had a love of flowers, that much he knew, but it was obvious that there had been something special about this one, something that set it apart from the other blossoms that flourished under his partner’s care.

     Perhaps… something to do with the former Pharaoh himself, if Seker was gifting it to him.

     Atem took great care in lifting the tiny bottle from its home, cradling it in his palm as if it to do otherwise might harm the little flower that still thrived within the glass. His lids fell halfway as his thumb brushed gently over the surface before allowing it to roll slightly across the surface of his skin.

     “I’ve seen this before,” he murmured, finally lifting his eyes to meet with those of the mage, “on your desk. I always… wondered about it. It’s special to you, is it not… ? Are… you sure that you wish to give it to me, Seker… ?”

[ironbloodccd]

She placed one hand on either side of his crimson beak, leaning out the decorated window to press her emerald painted lips against the bridge of his long face. Red would not have made a mark against his skin, which was quite the shade of most of her lipsticks - but green did the trick. Her father had called her silly, for hanging mistletoe at the window; for who would she meet upon the sill? She'd known exactly who could appear there, though - and here he was. "Merry Christmas, Brooklyn."

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@condomglitter

     He knew of the human tradition involving mistletoe during Christmas, but had never paid it much mind - after all, there were few females at the Castle, and he’d disappeared into the gate before the holiday could even roll around this year. As such, he hadn’t been expecting to receive such a gesture when he’d settled upon Natalie’s sill that night, despite the fact that the Phoenix Gate had dropped him off during that festive time of year.

     Her kiss caused his eyes to widen and were his body not already a deep shade of red, his face likely would have flushed crimson. As it was, the gargoyle drew in a breath as her lips pressed against his beak, both startled and flustered by the gesture.

     By the dragon, his heart was racing like a wild wind.

     “Y-Yeah,” he stammered lamely, trying to regain his composure as his talons clung to her sill, “you– you too, Nat. M-Merry Christmas.”

      For a brief moment, he wondered how likely he was to get her under that sprig of Mistletoe again.

[ironbloodccd]

Fingers trail across the other's arm, feather light and brushing through brunet locks with the utmost tenderness the blond could muster, a warm gaze mirroring as much. With a smile on his lips, he pressed a kiss against the other's own, nuzzling closer whilst a free hand rose to brush against a sun-kissed cheek. "Happy Anniversary, love." He murmured, just barely parting from the other's mouth, breath warm and ghosting back against his own face from their proximity. "Here's to another."

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@hyaciiintho

     Link’s kisses made him melt every time, as if it were the very first they’d ever exchanged - especially on this day. Memories from a Yule time passed flitted through his mind, and almost instinctively, L’s arms moved to loop themselves around the Hero of Time’s form, drawing him closer. Gods, he felt like the luckiest man in the world when he held his predecessor like this.

     As far as he was concerned, he very much was.

     His response to the greeting was a happy hum, followed by another kiss that he stole from Link’s lips, this one slow and lingering. There was nothing warmer than his beloved’s kisses, he’d decided, and even with the chill that now hung in the air, L found himself far from cold.

     “And m-m-m-- m-m-man-ny m-m-mor-re,” he finally murmured in reply, leaning forward so as to press their brows together. The sprig of green that hung above their heads went entirely unnoticed, though the sight would have likely drawn forth a laugh, had he seen it. For the time being, however, it was only the man in his arms who held his attention.

     Specifically those soft, tender eyes that reminded him so much of glittering, sapphire waters.

     “I l-l-l-- l-l-love y-you,” he whispered then, tilting his head to take a third kiss, unable to resist Link’s sweet taste, “I l-l-lov-ve y-y-you s-s-so-- s-s-so m-m-much-ch...”

[shreveportla84]

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