“Are you serious?” Delaney asked when the woman said her uncle worked for the place and they could trade for the tree. “Cuz that’d be fucking awesome,” she admitted with a crooked little smile as she looked from the blonde to the Christmas tree behind her brother. Drystan smiled broad and bright at the blonde, winking at her as he looked at Delaney.
“I offered our grandfather’s ring but she seems addament about seeing our stock of cursed valuables,” he joked and Delaney looked at him in confusion, wondering what cursed objects they had, before she caught sight of his eyes darting to the blonde and the slight raise in his brow causing her to grin and shake her head.
“Ya sure you wanna do that? I mean, a gypsy curse is worse than voodoo,” she played along looking at the blonde. Drystan sighed dramatically as he shrugged his shoulder haplessly.
“See I told her that but she seems quite convinced I’m telling tall tales,” he said and Delaney tsked before looking at the blonde,
“We don’t have a car we have a wagon,” she said gesturing to the large wagon the twins had pulled along for their tree. Delaney looked from the wagon to the blonde. Drystan cleared his throat and elbowed Delaney, nodding his head to blonde and Delaney looked at him before the blonde’s first statement registered and she blinked, “Shit sorry! Yeah I’m Delaney, hi,” she offered her hand to the other. “Drys isn’t flirting too bad is he? Cuz if you want I’ll trade him for the tree.”
“That’s mildly hurtful,” Drystan teased with a blank expression. “I am mildly offended you would trade me, your only brother, for a tree.”
“A nice big fat one!” Delaney agreed gesturing to the girth of the tree.
Caroline grinned, watching them go back and forth. She had been an only child her entire life, sometimes she thought it may have been easier growing up if she had someone to lean on; like these two did. “Oh yeah, totally serious. My Uncle is kind of a Grinch around here, so it’s the least I could do.” And to be honest, Caroline just loved Christmas -- she could understand Delaney’s want for all the lights and decoration, it would make the place seem more like home.
She glanced over to the male, quirking a brow. “Never been much a fan of jewelry.” She lied, the ring was beautiful, and it had edge. But it seemed to hold more value to him, than it ever would her. But once Drystan mentioned the cursed objects, Caroline wiggled her brows in excitement.
“I can’t say I believe in curses as much as the next voodoo priest, but where there’s a curse, there’s a story. And I’m a sucker for a good story, ask your brother here.” She teased, hinting back to the folklore of the Werewolves.
She glanced back at where Delaney had nudged, and nodded with a smile as she pursed her lips. “Not a problem, it’s kind of heavy -- not sure your brother to lug it over there on his own.” She laughed, knowing these things were too much weight usually for one body alone.
“Oh, he’s been spitting quite the game. You know, even hustled me into having a drink with him.” Caroline winked playfully, knowing with full intent that’s not exactly how it had went down. “I mean, it’s a pretty impressive tree, Drystan!”
