Merry Chrismukkah, I Guess.
brynnmaddox:
Brynn lightly punched Victoria in the arm at the comment, soon clasping her hands together behind Victoria’s neck. “Don’t be weird. That’s my little nephew you’re talking about.” Brynn looked around the room as Victoria pulled away, rubbing the back of her neck. “Sam should be back any moment to get his son. Mom and Dad came by earlier to drop off this lovely sweater. Also they told me to tell you that Chrismukkah is expecting you at their house. Which, now that I say that out loud it sounds very creepy.”
Rubbing her eyes, Brynn let out a small yawn just in time for a loud crack to go off directly in front of her. Aiden came careening into the room just in time to jump into his father’s arms. Brynn shrieked and about fell backwards onto the couch, Sam just laughing at his sister. “Thanks for watching him, Brynnjamin!” He said before winking at Victoria, and, with another loud crack, disappearing from sight. “I hate him sometimes. But at least the kid likes you a lot. And I promise, I’m really trying to get him to not call you Tori.”
With a sigh, Brynn moved to sit down on the couch, looking at the multiple folders that were splayed out across the coffee table. Her brow furrowed at the sight, not wanting to even think about the damned cult that was threatening every witch and wizard’s very existence. The Wardens had no damn idea what the cult wanted with Kara but one thing was for certain… After the battery of tests that they’d run, Kara’s mind was still closing off pieces of her time away. As if they’d been safe-locked from being accessed or remembered until needed. It was like she could be a sleeper agent and not even know it until the magic word, literally, was spoken into existence. The thought made her nauseated.
“Baby, could you bring me a glass of red, please?”
Victoria gave an amused smirk in response to Brynn’s reaction to her comment. “I’m not being weird. I’m great with kids,” she said with such a straight face, but she was absolutely not serious. Blue eyes went down to the sweater again. “They’re not going to subject me to wearing a similar sweater, are they?” she asked with a raised brow. She looked back up at Brynn with an amused smirk. “I would hate to step on your moment,” she teased. She had no idea what Chrismukkah entailed. Her holidays had always been lavish parties and exchanges of obnoxiously expensive gifts. A show of wealth rather than appreciation of it. “I’d hate to find out what would happened if I rejected the invitation. I might wake up in the middle of the night with a sharpened dreidel at my throat. Or a sharpened candy cane. Or both.”
Victoria stood unfazed when the elder Maddox appeared out of thin air. She looked over at Brynn, who had the completely opposite reaction. She raised her glass at Sam with a sarcastic expression on her face before he disappeared with his spawn. “I’m so glad my siblings pay people take care of their kids,” she deadpanned before going back to getting her glass of wine. She was also grateful in general her siblings wanted nothing to do with her in the first place. The feeling was mutual.
“Mmmhmm,” she hummed while pouring her own glass first. She grabbed another to pour for Brynn. As she turned to bring the glasses over, her eyes locked onto the documents spread about the coffee table. “I know I’m the last person to talk when it comes to working when you’re not at work, but --” She sat down next to Brynn and held the glass to her. “ -- isn’t there some kind of unspoken rule about not investigating evil witch cults during the holidays? Otherwise I should’ve brought you to investigate my family too,” she joked dryly before sipping her wine.