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Realistic or Modern Whispering Pines ᨒ↟ 𖠰 ~ Cozy Winter SOL ~ MAIN

Kennedy Redfern
Auto Shop Co-Owner
Location
Penthouse Party
"He's kind of cute"
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K
ennedy's heart raced, practically lodged in her throat, as she watched him savor the batter with an unabashed delight that was both charming and disarming. The way he licked a bit of the batter from his finger made her stomach flutter and brought a smile to her lips. Unable to contain herself, she let out a soft giggle, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“I think I could stare all day and not get bored,”
she teased, her voice laced with playful affection. Yet, before she could elaborate on her thoughts, he gently took her hand and guided her to the couch, sending her heart into a frenzy.

As he settled down, pulling her into him, she let out a soft yelp, a mix of surprise and delight. Instinctively, she nestled her head into his chest, the warmth of his body enveloping her in a cocoon of safety and comfort. His arm wrapped around her, anchoring her to him and creating a sense of intimacy that made the outside world fade away. She could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a soothing melody that resonated within her.

Kennedy watched as he flicked through some movies, his focus shifting between the screen and her. Each time he glanced at her, her heart fluttered a little more, captivated not just by his looks but by the way he made her feel—cherished, valued, and utterly at ease.
“Anything is fine with me,”
she chimed in, her gaze shifting back to him rather than the flickering screen. The connection between them felt electric, and she couldn’t help but smile at the way he seemed to light up the room just by being there.

As her finger interlocked with his, she felt a surge of warmth and affection rush through her. It was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes about the bond they were forming. Leaning in, she planted a soft kiss on his cheek, lingering for a moment that felt suspended in time. The tender act felt like a promise, an unspoken acknowledgment of the feelings blooming between them in that cozy moment.

She pulled back slightly, her gaze locking onto his, and her smile widened as she relished the intimacy they were sharing.
“You know,”
she began, her voice soft and contemplative,
“this feels really nice. Just us.”
She could see his eyes light up at her words, and it warmed her heart to know that he felt the same way.

She leaned her head back against his shoulder, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he relaxed into the moment.
“So, what are we watching?”
she asked, diverting her attention back to the screen, but her heart and mind remained fully focused on him. She felt an overwhelming sense of contentment wash over her, knowing that in this moment, they were exactly where they were meant to be, and the promise of something beautiful unfolding between them.




 
Emara Linchette-Morris
Therapist
Location
Emara House/Office
"Hello Old home"
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mara sat in her chair, her heart heavy as the words spilled from his mouth, each one resonating deeply within her.
“I want to be the person you can trust. I want to witness all of you—the laughter, the pain, the beautiful mess of your life... You don’t have to keep it bottled up anymore.”
She stared at him, her mind replaying his words like a haunting refrain, especially the part that echoed,
“You don’t have to keep it bottled up anymore.”
Yet, she knew all too well the truth that lay buried beneath the surface.

With a soft sigh, she broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper.
“A few years ago... like eight or so,”
she began, the weight of her confession pressing down on her as she took a moment to gather herself. “I broke up my family,” she admitted, her gaze drifting out the window as if searching for solace in the distance.
“By having an affair with a younger male.”
The words hung in the air, heavy with regret and sorrow.

She ran a hand through her hair, feeling the tension tighten within her as she stood up and walked to the window, seeking the comfort of the outside world. The landscape beyond seemed so far removed from the turmoil inside her heart.
“So I am sorry I come off the way I do, Forrest. That I try to keep it professional, that I come off cold,”
she continued, her voice steady yet tinged with vulnerability. She looked down at her hands, now clasped together tightly, her thumb gently caressing her fingers as a means to keep herself composed.

After a few moments of silence, she turned back to face him, a tentative smile breaking through the walls she had built around herself.
“So there we go, now I’ve opened up some,”
she said, her voice imbued with a hint of defiance as she attempted to mask her turmoil with a façade of strength. The smile she wore felt like a thin veneer, a shield to protect whatever sanity she had left, a way to keep her composure from crumbling completely.

In her heart, Emara was determined to make amends, to confront the demons of her past and put them behind her. She longed to repair her fractured relationship with her daughter, to reclaim the pieces of her life that had slipped through her fingers. It was a journey she knew would be fraught with challenges, but she was ready to face them head-on. The path to redemption would not be easy, but she was willing to try, if only to find a way back to the love and connection she had lost.



 
Cora Reed
Poet/Country Girl
Location
Monroe's
"Hello old flame"
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C
ora beamed at Monroe, her eyes twinkling with delight as she took in the finished work they had done together.
“The only payment I’ll take is a good ol’ nap,”
she giggled, her voice light and playful as she grabbed his hand, leading him toward the house.
“If my memory serves me right, I reckon I know the way to your bedroom.”
The words slipped from her lips with a teasing lilt, and she felt a rush of excitement as they made their way through the familiar halls.

Once they reached his room, she let go of his hand and, with a burst of energy, jumped onto his bed, giggling as she landed softly against the pillows. “Ahh, comfort!” she exclaimed, sprawled out like a cat basking in the sun. The softness of the bedding wrapped around her like a warm hug, and she couldn’t help but relish the moment.
“Come, you!”
she called out, her voice light and inviting, filled with that sweet Southern charm.

Cora always loved how Monroe was the best cuddler around. It was a fond memory that warmed her heart, and the thought of sinking into that familiar comfort made her smile even wider. She turned to lay on her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows as she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with playful invitation. “And honestly, the fact you thought I’d take any form of actual payment is just plain silly,” she teased, a chuckle escaping her lips.
“You know me—I help just to help… Just so happens I’m helping someone I find mighty attractive.”
Her laughter filled the room, a sweet sound that wrapped around them like a cozy blanket.

Cora’s gaze stayed locked on his, filled with mischief and sincerity. She enjoyed this easy banter, the way it added a spark to their connection. The room felt warm and inviting, and her heart fluttered at the thought of sharing such moments together.
“So, what do ya say?”
she said, her tone playful yet sincere.
“Care to join me for a little nap, or are you too busy with somethin’ else?”
The question lingered in the air, wrapped in the softness of her voice, as she waited for his response with eager anticipation, ready for whatever adventure their cozy afternoon might bring.



 














Jordy Adams





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Jordy’s grin softened as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His playful demeanor shifted into something more serious as he watched Zara flick through her clothes. There was a quiet pause before he spoke, his deep voice losing some of its teasing lilt. "Zara," he began, the weight in his tone surprising even himself. "I need you to know something." His eyes locked on hers when she turned to look at him, the usual glimmer of mischief replaced by an intensity that cut through the air between them.

"I’m not here just to waste your time, or mine. And I’m not just using you for... you know, what we’ve got going on." He ran a hand over his face, exhaling slowly. "Look, I know I don’t have the best reputation. I’ve been the guy who keeps it casual, who doesn’t stick around. Hell, maybe you’ve already decided that’s all I’ll ever be. But I don’t want you thinking I see you as some... passing moment." He paused for a beat, then let a smirk creep onto his face, his tone gaining a spark of humor. "Could you imagine if I was serious?" He laughed, low and warm, shaking his head slightly. "Scary thought, right?" He gave a small shrug, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a faint smile, though his eyes stayed serious. "You’re smart, sharp as hell, and let’s be real—you keep me on my toes. If I’m still here, it’s not because I’m trying to overstay my welcome. It’s because I like being around you, even if I know you don’t trust it yet."

"Order’s on me, by the way. French toast and a mimosa, right? Least I can do for sticking around longer than you expected."
With that, he settled back into the bed, giving her the space to process his words, though the vulnerable sincerity in his expression lingered.






“Smile Please”








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adelaide clark.





































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Christmas Day was a quiet one this year. This was the third Christmas since her divorce. The first year Louis and Adelaide stayed together for major holidays to give the girls some sense of normalcy. Last year, she had her girls with her as Louis moved to another city. So, the house had felt less empty. This year however it was their dad's turn. Adelaide liked to think that she and her ex-husband co-parented well, but at the same time that could be because they were in different cities with different lives now. If Adelaide started to think too much about it, she knew she’d get sad. It was her choice for the divorce, but when things felt like too much there were small moments of doubt. However, it was the right choice for the two of them and the girls in the end. Everyone was happier now, even on the tough days. Regardless, she was happy to have her niece stay with her. Even though she was working the holidays, it still made a difference. The two shared breakfast this morning as they shared gifts before Jules headed to the Lodge for work. Grace and Heather also made the time to FaceTime her and show off all their new goodies.

Another thing she was grateful for was good friends, the sound of the knock emptying her house grabbed her attention from that. A smile instantly lit up her face as she walked to the door to see Kafuki.
“Merry Christmas!”
She said before opening the door for the other to come in.
“Oh, you’re not late at all! I assumed something came up, but knew worst case you’d let me know,”
Besides, it’s not like Adelaide was going anywhere else tonight. Her original plans involved drinking wine and doing a puzzle. Did this make her officially old now? The brunette closed the door behind her friend.
“I still appreciate you coming over during what I imagine to be a busy time of year. It always seems,”
No one ever wanted to get sick or hurt on Christmas, but that potentially caused people to get sick. Thank you universe for that irony.
“How has the hospital been treating you?”


































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Oliver couldn’t help the warm feeling that flooded his chest as Ivy hugged him. A dangerous one if you asked him, but he wasn’t going to run from it this time. He wrapped his arms back around her, giving her a little squeeze. He would have held on longer, but a small sense of awkwardness also came to him knowing they weren’t alone. A small laugh left him at the mention of pink.
“I should have brought my sister. She would have loved it, but of course, had her plans,”
She was a cool teenager now which meant less time with family. Oliver didn’t mind though, they still had been having a great visit. He was happy that his room at the Lodge had been a small safe space for her during this time. It had been getting Oliver to think of finding something permanent in town, but he went back and forth too much on that decision.

The blonde stepped away to place the small bags under the tree. He snorted softly to himself on how the blues and greens of his gifts stuck out, but not in a bad way.
“Ooh I vote cookie making before the movie marathon, if that's in your plans, so then we can enjoy the cookies during,”
He turned around from the tree upon hearing Naomi. The two of them weren’t exactly close, but happy to come together to see Ivy today. Plus, Oliver was always happy to meet and get to know new people. He had heard about Naomi since catching up with Ivy.
“Honestly, I’m down for anything.”


































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now playing: much too young (to feel this damn old) - garth brooks

"A...nap?" Monroe blinked, unsure of if he had heard her correctly or not. But before he had the opportunity to ask her to elaborate, she was already pulling him towards the house. She was so perplexing at times, but he wouldn't have her any other way. Whereas he was routinely predictable, Cora was the exact opposite. Maybe that was why they worked so well together. Who knew?

The farmhouse was just as old as the farm itself, with creaky wooden floors that were worn from years of use and a draft always blowing through, even with a modern heating system being installed a few years ago. But Monroe wouldn't have it any other way. He wore thick socks during the winter and was careful not to step too heavily on the floorboards that were threatening to cave in. It was a simpler way of life, of course, and he didn't want to make too many renovations to the family home. After all, four generations of Calhouns had called this place home at one point or another. Completely gutting the place would erase the legacy that seeped through the walls.

Monroe quickly kicked off his boots at the front door before Cora tugged on his hand again, following her through the house to the master bedroom, where he watched her hop onto the bed with amusement. "You're something else, you know that?" He chuckled as he got in himself, an actual smile on his lips for once. She always found a way to make him smile, even if he hated it sometimes. He was supposed to be serious, a mysterious cowboy. She was going to ruin his reputation at this rate. "I know you weren't going to accept any kind of money from me, but you know me. It's like an honor thing, I guess." He shrugged, pulling her into his arms. God, he had missed this. "You laugh now, but if we stop talking now, I'll be out in no time."

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ZANE BENNETT
Zane snorted when Casper tapped his pizza slice against his own, the gesture so ridiculous it almost made him drop his slice. He caught it just in time, holding it up triumphantly like it was some kind of sacred artifact. “Cheers to... uh... the best post-hookup pizza of all time?” he declared, his grin crooked and full of mischief. “This is historic, dude. Future generations are gonna sing songs about this night. ‘The Ballad of the Bong and the Pizza.’”

He took a massive bite of his slice, instantly regretting it as the cheese decided to glue itself to the roof of his mouth. “Oh god!” he mumbled through a full mouth, choking haphazardly while holding the pizza slice out like it had personally betrayed him. He finally swallowed, his eyes wide with tears as he pointed at the pizza. “That’s murder. Who decided pizza needed to be more dangerous than Jeffrey Dahmer? I’m suing Little Caesars.”

Still holding the offending slice, Zane flopped back onto the couch, letting his head loll toward Casper with a fake pout. “This is what I get for trying to be cute. You distracted me with your stupidly perfect face, and now I have third-degree trauma. You happy now?” His pout didn’t last long, though; it dissolved into a lopsided grin as he nudged Casper with his socked foot. After a beat, he picked up his bong with a mock-serious expression. “Clearly, I need to recover from this. I’m gonna need a medicinal hit.” He mimicked a dramatic doctor’s voice, deep and exaggerated. “‘One hit, stat! It’s the only cure for murderous pizza.’” He inhaled, then exhaled with exaggerated flair before giving Casper a satisfied nod. “Okay, I’m good. Back in the game.”

Taking another, much smaller bite of pizza this time, he leaned back and let out a theatrical sigh. “Dude, this is it. We peaked. Nothing in life is ever gonna top this combo of pizza, bong hits, and your dumb laugh.” He pointed at Casper, narrowing his eyes. “Don’t you dare prove me wrong by doing something even cooler, or I’ll be forced to like you even more, and then we’ll have a real problem.” He winked, then immediately ruined the moment by dropping a piece of pepperoni down his shirt. “Dammit,” he muttered, fishing it out. “See? This is why I can’t be trusted to look cool for more than five seconds.”

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HANNA KHUMALO
Hanna practically bounced with excitement as Hades handed her the hoodie and opened the car door for her, his gentlemanly flourish making her laugh. “Why, thank you, kind sir,” she said, sliding into the seat with a playful curtsy. She tossed the hoodie onto her lap, eyeing him as he walked around to the driver’s side. “And for the record, I’m an excellent driver. Your car would be in good hands. Better than yours, probably,” she teased, sticking her tongue out as he settled in.

When he took her hand and made that ridiculously sweet comment about her beauty, Hanna groaned, though her cheeks turned pink. “Ugh, you’re impossible. Flattering me like that? You’re trying to distract me so I won’t pick the biggest tree, aren’t you?” She pointed a mock-accusing finger at him, though the corners of her lips twitched with a smile she couldn’t hold back. The drive was filled with their usual banter, her laughter bubbling up every time he said something ridiculous. By the time they arrived at the tree lot, Hanna was practically vibrating with energy, hopping out of the car as soon as Hades opened her door. She turned to him, hands on her hips. “Alright, you’ve got opinions. Not too big, you said? Define ‘too big.’ Because I think we need something that’s at least taller than you.” She grinned mischievously and added, “Which isn’t saying much.”

As they strolled among the rows of trees, Hanna’s excitement was contagious. She darted between options, inspecting them with exaggerated seriousness. “This one’s nice, but it’s got a bald spot,” she muttered, spinning the tree like it was on a runway. “And this one’s good, but it’s… I don’t know, kind of judgmental-looking? Like it knows I’m terrible at keeping plants alive.” She glanced over at Hades, who was clearly more entertained by her antics than the trees. “What?” she asked, narrowing her eyes in mock suspicion. “You think this is easy? Tree selection is a delicate art.”

Finally, she stopped in front of one that was just a little too big to be practical but too beautiful to pass up. “This one,” she declared, pointing at it dramatically. “This is the one. It’s got good vibes. And it’ll probably be hilarious watching you try to wrestle it onto the roof of the car.” Her grin widened as she turned to him, hands clasped together like she’d just made the discovery of a lifetime. “What do you think, Hades? Is this the tree? Or are you gonna try to talk me into Gerald Jr. over there?” She gestured toward a much smaller, lopsided tree nearby, her tone dripping with faux innocence.

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TALISA SKY
Talisa dried the plate in her hand slowly, her movements deliberate as Lawson’s question hung in the air between them. She felt the weight of his gaze, the quiet intensity in his eyes drawing her attention like a magnet. Placing the dish gently on the counter, she turned fully toward him, her lips curving into a soft smile that didn’t quite mask the flutter of nerves in her chest.

“I’m glad I stayed because…” She trailed off, searching for the right words. Her fingers instinctively brushed against the edge of the counter, grounding herself. “Because it feels different with you. Like I don’t have to pretend to be anything I’m not.” Her voice softened as she looked up at him, vulnerability slipping into her tone. “Like I can breathe a little easier when it’s just us. Does that make sense, or do I sound like I’ve been binging sappy rom-coms?”

The playful edge to her words couldn’t completely hide the earnestness beneath them. She took a step closer, her hand brushing against his arm again, this time lingering there. The faint warmth of his skin under her fingertips made her heart skip a beat. “Lawson,” she said, her voice quieter now, but no less resolute, “can we maybe… step away from Auriela and Roman? Just for a bit? I think I want to talk to you. About us.” She hesitated, her cheeks flushing faintly as the words left her lips. “I want to know where we stand, what this is. Because it feels like… like it could be something important. Something worth figuring out.”

She let the weight of her words settle, unsure of how he might respond. But the moment didn’t feel heavy; it felt charged, like the space between them was alive with possibilities. Slowly, she closed the gap between them, reaching up to cup his cheek gently. Her thumb traced a soft arc across his skin as she rose onto her toes, pressing her lips to his in a kiss that was both tender and deliberate. It wasn’t rushed or fleeting. She let herself linger, pouring into it everything she couldn’t quite say out loud. When she finally pulled back, her forehead rested lightly against his, her breath mingling with his in the quiet space they shared. Her voice, barely above a whisper, carried the weight of her feelings.

“Whatever this is, Lawson… I don’t want it to slip through our fingers. I’m scared, mostly because I've never experienced something this strong for someone so quickly, but I’m more scared of not trying. And I want to try, with you.” Her fingers slid down his arm, stopping to intertwine with his as she waited, her heart racing, for his response.

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Natalia Zamora

N
atalia took a steadying breath, the weight of her confession finally beginning to lift off her shoulders. She could feel the tension in the room, but now, with the truth out in the open, something inside her began to soften. She met Joon's gaze, her heart still racing but now steadied with a sense of relief.
"Joon,"
she started, her voice quieter now, almost apologetic,
"I—I never wanted to keep this from you, but I didn’t know how to say it. I’ve only just found out about the baby, and it’s still... all so new to me."
She paused, her hands fidgeting in her lap as she gathered her thoughts.
"I’m only two months along, and I didn’t want to tell you over the phone, you know? It didn’t feel right. I wanted to see you, to look you in the eye and tell you in person."

She exhaled slowly, her nerves finally beginning to settle as she looked at him more openly now.
"I’m not sure what I’m doing or how to navigate this either, Joon. I’m scared too. But I didn’t want to make any decisions without you knowing. You deserve to know, and I... I wanted to make sure we figure this out together."

Natalia’s expression softened as she let the weight of her own words sink in, unsure of where this path would lead but feeling, for the first time since she arrived, a sense of clarity.
“I’m not asking you to have all the answers right now,"
she added, her voice gentler.
"I just... wanted you to be part of this. No matter what happens next, we’ll figure it out. Together.”

She gave him a small, tentative smile, trying to convey a sense of trust and vulnerability, hoping he understood how hard it had been to get to this point.


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location:
Revelstoke Mountain Lodge

 
CALLA CARLTON
Calla’s heart hammered against her ribcage as the elevator doors slid open. Her breath caught the moment she saw him, standing there as if waiting for her. His presence was magnetic, and she hated how much it pulled at her resolve. She told herself she wouldn’t care, wouldn’t get involved. But here she was.

Before her mind could protest, her body moved instinctively. She bolted out of the elevator and ran to him, her boots echoing against the floor. When she reached him, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with a fire she hadn’t realized was building. Her lips pressed against his with a desperation that spoke of everything she refused to say aloud. Her hands tangled into his hair, pulling him closer, her body melding into his like it was made to fit there.

The kiss was fierce, a battle and surrender all at once. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to claim him or lose herself, but she didn’t stop until her lungs demanded air. She pulled back, her chest heaving, her forehead resting briefly against his as her fingers lingered against his neck.

Then she grabbed his hand with a quiet but demanding, "Come." And led him down the hall to her room. Her grip was firm, almost possessive, as if she was afraid he’d slip away if she let go. The silence in the hall was almost loud, but she didn’t dare meet his eyes. The key card slipped slightly in her grasp as she unlocked the door to her room, but she caught it, pushing the door open with a force that betrayed her tension.

Once inside, she let go of his hand, pacing toward the window. The cold air nipped at her skin, but it wasn’t enough to cool the heat roaring in her chest. Her fingers gripped the curtain as she stared out into the darkness, her reflection faintly visible in the glass. “This won't mean something, okay?” she said, her voice sharp but cracking at the edges. Her accent thickened as her emotions rose, and she didn’t bother to steady it. “You hear me?”

She turned to face him, her arms crossing protectively over her chest. Her gaze flicked to his and then away, unable to hold the intensity of his eyes. “No feelings. Feelings—they mess up things. I can’t...” She exhaled heavily, shaking her head as if trying to clear her thoughts. “I can’t have that. I don't have time.”

Her pacing resumed, restless energy radiating from her as she gestured vaguely between them. “This... this just fun, okay? You get? I’m here for me. For...” She searched for the words, frustrated when they didn’t come. “Not for this.” Her hand waved between them again, her lips pressing into a thin line. Her steps faltered, and she stood still, her arms dropping to her sides. Her voice softened, the vulnerability slipping through despite her best efforts to mask it. “You... confuse me.” She chewed on her bottom lip, her brow furrowing as she glanced at him.

Her defenses snapped back up as she straightened, her gaze hardening. “So, no feelings. Just fun. That’s it.” She tilted her chin up slightly, daring him to challenge her. “You got that?” The silence that followed was unbearable. She fought the urge to fidget, her fingers twitching at her sides. Her heart raced as she waited, the storm inside her threatening to spill over if he said the wrong thing, or worse, if he walked away. To stop that from happening, she crossed the room to stand in front of him, her breathing heavy as if she were calming her panic. But almost as quickly as she got to him, she pressed her lips to his, only pulling away to mumble, "Esto no significa que pierda."

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Hollis Warner

A
wide, Cheshire-like grin spread across Hollis’s face as she watched the determined look take over Raven’s features. It was a look that mirrored her own—focused, sharp, and ready for whatever game she had just been pulled into.
Hollis stayed where she was perched on the counter, arms crossed, allowing the tension to build as Raven inched closer, her hand settling gently against her hip. Hollis noticed the softness in her touch, a stark contrast to the usual boldness she was accustomed to. There was something captivating about it though—something unfamiliar that intrigued her more than she expected. As Raven’s fingers trailed against her side before pulling away, Hollis couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips. Raven was playing her own game, and she was doing it well.
Hollis eyed her carefully, not backing down, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she watched Raven.
"My next move,"
she began, her voice lilting with that melodic cadence that always seemed to hang between them,
"is to not make a move!"
She chuckled, leaning back just a little, the devilish gleam in her gaze never fading.
"I wanna play a game of endurance with you,"
Hollis continued, her voice full of excitement. She crossed her arms over her chest, tilting her head with an amused smirk.
"It's so obvious you want me~ But I say we make this a little more fun, don’t you? How about we play to not totally give in? How about we have some fun with this tension? We can't do anything with each other, and the first person to break and commit an act of impropriety loses!"
Hollis put on a momentary bad British accent at the end, holding a hand over her mouth as if just saying such a thing was scandalous.
She paused for a moment, suddenly realizing she hadn’t thought through the stakes entirely. She didn’t even care much about the prize; she just wanted to enjoy the thrill of the game, the back-and-forth, and the way Raven would get visibly worked up and flustered by her teasing. That, to Hollis, was more than enough.
"Uhh, how about the winner gets to ask for whatever they want?"
Hollis shrugged, unconcerned about the specifics of the reward. Her confidence was unwavering, her belief in her own ability to win practically oozing from her every word.
"I’m sure we can think of something fun,"
she added, her voice dripping with playful anticipation.
Her grin widened as she took in the space between them.
"Oh, and probably not starting here,"
she chuckled.
"I may be a miscreant, but even I don’t wanna get frisky around someone’s grandparents, haha."



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The Cross Household

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Disbelief, contentment

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Redfern Living room
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PrincessAveRedfern PrincessAveRedfern - Kennedy
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Bryson
Bryson's eyes danced between the flickering screen and Kennedy, a smile tugging at his lips as he reveled in the warmth of her body nestled against his.
It was a moment that felt almost dreamlike, as if the universe had conspired to create this perfect tableau.
His fingers instinctively tightened around hers, a wave of unfamiliar yet welcome contentment washing over him, a sensation that whispered of belonging and home...

The heat of her presence ignited something deep within him, a spark that had long lain dormant, waiting for the right moment to flare to life...
When she leaned in to plant a soft kiss on his cheek, he felt a rush of warmth that spread from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, a delightful blush that he couldn't suppress... "You make me feel things I never thought possible, Kennedy," he managed to say, his gaze locked onto hers, the remote slipping from his grasp as he leaned closer, drawn in by an invisible thread..

His hand gently caressed her cheek, the softness of her skin igniting a thrill that coursed through him, and in that instant, their lips met in a tender kiss that left him breathless... It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a silent promise of something deeper, something.. real.. Their foreheads rested together, disbelief coursing through him as he tried to comprehend the magnitude of what was unfolding between them... what was unfolding..within him..

A wandering spirit by nature, he had never lingered in one place for too long, yet here he was, embracing the absurdity of it all...
Her words ignited a fire within him, awakening feelings he had kept buried for far too long, emotions he had thought were reserved for the pages of a novel or the frames of a film... "I couldn't agree more, Kennedy," ..he replied, a sigh of relief escaping him as he absorbed the reality of their connection. It was no mere fantasy.. this was real, tangible..

"Pinch me," he murmured playfully, a teasing smile dancing on his lips as he turned back to the screen, pulling her closer as he searched for something to watch... "Mmm... something original, a classic," he grinned, casting a sidelong glance at her as he selected 'The Grinch,' a film he cherished from his childhood..with his father.. now to be enjoyed with someone equally dear to him..Kennedy.
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Ophelia Devereux

O
phelia nodded, her smile warm and understanding as she caught the subtle shift in Soren’s demeanor. She knew he wasn’t ready to dive into deeper conversations, and that was okay. The gesture of gratitude, his soft smile, and the hint of hope in his eyes were all she needed to know that the distance between them was beginning to close, even if just a little. She didn’t need to push further; it was enough to be there for him in whatever capacity he needed.
When Soren mentioned the restaurant, Ophelia's heart lifted, a genuine warmth spreading through her at the fact that he’d proposed the idea first. It made her feel like they were beginning to reconnect in a way that felt natural, not forced.
"I’d love that,"
she replied, her voice light with amusement.
"I think you’ll enjoy it. But, fair warning,"
she added with a sly smile,
"the owners are the type who can’t send anyone away without way too much food. It’s kind of their thing. But I promise it’s worth it. It’s the kind of place where you always leave a little bit too full, but smiling anyway."

She leaned back slightly in her chair, her gaze softening as she thought about how they could make the most of his time in town.
"And we should definitely get out more together, you know? There’s so much to see here, and having familiar company always makes it more fun. It’ll be nice to have someone to share it with, I've just been wandering alone."

Ophelia’s eyes brightened when Soren mentioned the crystal shop.
"A crystals store? I haven’t seen."
She gave a playful little gasp, clearly intrigued.
"I must have missed that somehow. You have to take me there next time. I’m sure they’ve got some stunning pieces if you found something you liked!"
She grinned, her curiosity piqued.
"You’ll be my tour guide for that one."

There was a lightness in her tone now, the warmth between them palpable. The conversation had drifted away from the heavy topics, but Ophelia knew that Soren had felt her presence and support in his own way. The connection was still there, and that was enough for now.


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location:
Main Street

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Forrest Erickson





































  • mood



    Understanding, willing.
















Forrest's brow knotted in deep contemplation as he absorbed her revelations, sensing the weight of her past bearing down on them both.
What lay beneath her words felt like the onset of an unsettling revelation.. her history unfurling like a tapestry he had never been privy to...

The phrase "I broke up my family" echoed in the chambers of his mind, stirring a tempest of curiosity mingled with confusion..
What did such a declaration truly entail?..
His internal turmoil deepened as she spoke of her entanglement with a younger man, a revelation that sent a sharp exhale escaping his lips... It wasn't so much the scandalous nature of it that left him at a loss; rather, it was the thrill of her defiance against the norms he had always considered.

Emara's apparent disregard for age only highlighted the magnetic pull he felt towards her..a pull that seemed to draw him into murky waters fraught with desire and intrigue. Even as he knew she feared it; from her past troubles with such things, he knew it was a boundary that seemed to also open up.
As he observed her rise from the couch, moving towards the window, he couldn't help but sense the vulnerability radiating from her. It was a struggle for her to lay bare the skeletons of her past, and he caught the subtle hitch in her breath along with the habitual way she ran her fingers through her hair, a gesture that spoke volumes of her efforts to maintain her composure.

Stepping closer, he shook his head gently, addressing her with a sincerity that surprised even him... "You could have kept all of this to yourself, Emara, but you chose to share it.. with me," he said softly, allowing a tender smile to break through the tension.
When their eyes met, his gaze was imbued with a rare vulnerability that exhibited a level of understanding reserved for only those who have sought truth in another’s pain... "I’m not here to judge you; our stories intertwine in ways sometimes beyond our control." He tilted his head thoughtfully, reluctant to breach the space between them but fully aware of the significance of this moment.

“Though..I have to admit, this isn’t what I expected ...at all,” he added, a lightness returning to his tone as he sought to ease the gravity of their conversation... for a brief moment, the light from outside cast a halo around her, illuminating the contours of her face that betrayed an internal struggle... he watched as her eyes darted away, seeking an escape from the intensity of the moment.
As the silence stretched between them, Forrest sensed her fear of vulnerability, the precariousness of sharing one’s past...her baggage...and how it could alter perceptions... “It’s not easy, is it?” he ventured, his voice low and comforting... “Opening up, revealing the parts of ourselves we wish we could keep.. hidden..." He swallowed, as if trying to shove down the weight of his own past and struggles..“...Walls can keep us safe, but.. they can also isolate us,” He stated in a hesitant tone, trying to get her to see the depths of his words, the implications..

































I'll Look After You



The Fray










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Finn Erickson





































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    No feelings involved.
















Finn stood there, a mix of anticipation and anxiety coursing through him as he observed Calla taking in every detail of his being, her gaze sweeping from his face down to boots.
The intensity of her scrutiny was almost palpable, sending a shiver down his spine; he felt as if she were peeling back layers of his soul, searching for something hidden beneath the surface...

It was like a spotlight illuminating every quirk and flaw, and yet somehow, it felt both thrilling and disconcerting.. Silence enveloped them, stretching like a taut string, as if it could snap at any moment, yet he could hear the rapid rhythm of her breath, each inhale and exhale echoing in the stillness, her chest rising and falling with an urgency that mirrored his own racing heart.
Just when he thought the moment would stretch into eternity, she surged forward, a whirlwind of energy that caught him off guard.

Before he could fully comprehend her intentions, she collided with him, her arms encircling his neck as she pressed her lips against his in a fervent kiss that took him completely by surprise...
Was it the whiskey that had emboldened her, or was it something deeper?..
He pondered briefly, as he considered the implications, the memory of racing up all those stairs just to reach her flooded his mind... but the thought evaporated as he instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her closer, their bodies fitting together as if they were two halves of a whole.

The kiss ignited a fire within him, a hunger that had been simmering all night, fueled by the teasing glances and playful challenges she had thrown his way. It was as if she had been leading him on, a tantalizing game that culminated in this moment of raw passion, where she kissed him with an intensity that suggested she had been yearning for this connection just as much as he had...and he was more than willing to satiate that..
Time seemed to stretch infinitely, the world around them fading away... they were the only two people on that deserted floor, lost in the intoxicating embrace of each other, a sensation that left him craving more, even in such close proximity...

Finn savored the taste of Calla's lips, a blend of sweetness and something intoxicatingly wild, he reveled in her presence... Her body fit against his as if molded for this very encounter, and he marveled at how seamlessly this fell into place.
The world around them faded further into oblivion, yet the silence filled with the rhythm of their breaths became a euphoric melody. He was lost in the cadence, forgetting the murmurs and judgments that usually accompanied such moments.. all he knew was here..now.

But the initial thrill of their kiss gave way to uncertainty... What did this mean for them? ..What would her actions imply once the euphoria faded? Finn struggled to keep those questions at bay as he let the moment consume him... The hardness of his logic began to crumble under the tidal wave of raw emotion..
Still, there was a flicker in the back of his mind..a whisper cautioning him to tread carefully, to be conscious of the delicate dance they were performing..because as much as he was enjoying this, enjoying her, he realized just what what inevitably happen the next day, he'd leave.. as he always did, to eliminate any furhter indulgance.

Just as the fire of the kiss reached a crescendo, a silent alarm rang in Finn's mind, prompting him to pull back, if only slightly, to catch a glimpse of Calla's eyes...
“Calla,” ..he breathed, his voice low and tentative..His gaze was riveted to hers as she pressed her forehead against his.. His arms clung to her as if to anchor himself before she finally pulled away, wrapping her fingers around his hand and urging him to follow her.
The knowledge nagging at him was..un-nerving... being summoned to a woman's room often signified the unspoken desire for intimacy, a natural progression that felt both exhilarating and daunting...he wasn't usually like this..

Uncertainty swirled within him, particularly about her, yet he felt compelled to comply with her lead as they stepped into her room. His eyes tracked her movements, capturing the way she approached the window, lost in thought while he kept his distance, a silent observer...
When she finally spoke, announcing that this fleeting encounter held no significance, only playful indulgence, he exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding...the rush of relief mingling with the bittersweet sting of unattainable aspirations.

Finn acknowledged her proclamation with an inner acceptance.. he had never sought anything more profound, just the thrill of the moment before parting ways.
Still, as she crossed her arms and attempted to extract a reaction from him, he couldn’t shake the feeling that her casual façade was starting to crack... an ache stirred inside, the taste of her kiss still vivid on his lips.
He grappled with the weight of her words that cut through the air..."No feelings. Feelings—they mess up things. I can’t…" ..reverberated within him, a mantra echoing his own beliefs. It was disarming to realize their similarities, how she mirrored his own reluctance and desires. Yet amidst the playful banter and agreed terms of the night, an unexpected vulnerability seeped into her voice when she confessed,

“You confuse me.”

The statement hung in the air, heavy with implications, making him wonder if perhaps she saw less layers to him than he believed she could. What did she mean? ..The confusion she felt puzzled him, for he'd always thought she had him fully mapped out behind her playful smirk.

Finn regarded the situation with a deliberate nod, a silent acknowledgment of what transpired, yet the air was thick with unspoken words as her gaze bore into him... He felt an unmistakable tension...a mix of irritation and yearning...swelling beneath her composed exterior, though he refrained from voicing any thoughts..
He noticed as her demeanor shifted; her spine straightened, the self-assurance she had seemed to regain being punctuated by the reiteration of her earlier proclamation:

this was merely a carefree endeavor, void of any entanglement, and his departure would come with the dawn.

He smirked, the subtlety of his acceptance woven into his tone as he replied, "Whatever you say, Calla from Spain. This can be whatever you want it to be." As she stepped closer, he trained his gaze on her, a deliberate effort to maintain an enigmatic façade, denying her any insight into the storm of emotions threatening to surface within him.
Her proximity enveloped him, pulling him into an intoxicating kiss that momentarily stole his breath, his eyes fluttering shut as he savored the moment before she retreated...
He leaned in to reclaim the sensation, but her murmured words...a fleeting whisper in Spanish...created a haze of curiosity. Their eyes locked, and he recognized that unmistakable spark flaring in her eyes; it was a challenge, one he was eager to accept.

Drawing her tightly against him, their lips collided once more, igniting an insatiable passion that spiraled into an intimate escapade that extended until the first light of morning..
As the dawn filtered softly through the curtains, Finn was the first to awaken amidst the tangle of limbs and sheets that bound him to her.. Careful not to disrupt the fragile tranquility, he moved with deliberate slowness, easing his body from beneath the covers while sliding into his pants... The urgency of the moment spurred him onward.. he was acutely aware of the unspoken agreement from the previous night—a fleeting connection that demanded discretion as the reality of their situation loomed closer...


































Champagne Coast



Blood Orange










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Esme Mensah

E
sme stood frozen in the kitchen, the air heavy with the weight of Grayson’s departure. Her mind was fogged up full of regret, her chest tight with a mixture of guilt and sorrow. She could still feel the sting of the last words they’d exchanged, each one feeling like another misstep. The silence in the house pressed down on her, suffocating in its intensity.
She just had to poke him over something so small, something so trivial compared to everything they had been through, but now it felt like she had shattered the fragile cordial atmosphere they had been trying to maintain around one another. It was supposed to be a peaceful day, a Christmas that Maisel could remember fondly. But now it was tainted with bitterness, anger, and pain. Why did I have to say that? The thought replayed in her mind like a broken record. Why can’t I just keep it together?
Her self-doubt spiraled out of control as she stood there, her hands trembling slightly. She had already been so fragile, so desperate to make things right, but with every passing moment, she felt like she was sinking deeper. She could see it all so clearly—how she had made everything worse. Why can’t I ever do anything right?
Julian’s voice broke through her thoughts, and she stiffened, her stomach lurching at the venomous sarcasm in his tone. His words felt like another punch, another reminder that everything around her was falling apart. Her face flushed with shame, but she didn’t say anything. There was nothing to say. She couldn’t defend herself, not when she was barely holding herself together.
"Nice job, super mom,"
Julian had sneered. She could practically feel the sting of his words digging deeper into her already bruised self-worth.
She wanted to scream at him, to snap back and tell him he had no idea what it was like to carry the weight she did every day. But instead, she just stood there, numb, waiting for the silence to pass.
Esme closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steady herself. She couldn’t fall apart now. Not when Maisel was just in the other room, probably wondering why everything had suddenly gone wrong. I need to fix this. She repeated it like a mantra, a desperate attempt to hold on to something stable. When Grayson comes back, I’ll apologize. I’ll give him his gift and we'll be alright.
With a heavy sigh, she forced herself to pull together. Her shoulders straightened, and she wiped her damp hands on her jeans. The air felt thick in the kitchen, and the pressure of it was almost suffocating her. She couldn’t stay in this moment forever. I’m doing this for Maisel. The thought anchored her, even if only for a moment.
Esme plastered a smile onto her face, the kind of smile that barely reached her eyes, but one that she knew would have to do for the time being. She took a deep breath and walked out of the kitchen, past the open door where Julian had just exited. Her heart was still heavy, but she forced herself to join Maisel and Blair, determined to salvage at least this part of the day.
"Hey, baby,"
she said brightly, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her,
"What did you get?"
She tried to keep the cheer in her tone, knowing she had to, for Maisel’s sake.


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location:
Ex Husbands House

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Grayson travelbypages travelbypages Julian Lizy Lizy Blair
 
REVELSTOKE HOSPITAL
The doors to the emergency room slammed open as paramedics rushed inside, pushing a gurney with a man sprawled on it. His shirt was shredded, soaked in blood, and claw marks raked across his chest and abdomen, the angry, jagged gashes barely held together by hastily applied gauze. His face was pale, glistening with sweat, and his labored breaths were shallow and rapid. The paramedics called out loudly to the awaiting staff.

"Male, late thirties! Sustained multiple lacerations from a bear attack while hiking! Blood pressure’s dropping, 80 over 50! We’ve got IV fluids running and a pressure bandage on the abdomen, but he’s losing blood fast!" A flurry of activity ensued as nurses and doctors swarmed around the man. The ER attending, Dr. Lydia Harper, snapped on her gloves and began issuing commands.

"Get him to Trauma One! Prep for a blood transfusion. Type and cross-match, now! Someone page surgery and let them know we’re coming up soon." The paramedics handed over the gurney, and the man let out a groan of pain, his head lolling to the side. His eyes fluttered open briefly, glazed and unfocused.

"Sir, can you tell me your name?" Dr. Harper asked as they wheeled him down the hallway.

"G-Grayson," he stammered weakly. "Grayson Holt."

"Alright, Grayson, you’re in good hands. We’re going to take care of you. Stay with me, okay?"

A nurse began cutting away the rest of his tattered clothing to expose the wounds. The sight of the damage made even the seasoned staff exchange grim looks. The claw marks were deep, some exposing muscle and fat, and there were puncture wounds that suggested the bear stepped down on him. One of his legs was twisted at an unnatural angle, likely broken during the attack or his desperate attempt to escape. "Pulse ox is dropping!" a nurse shouted, her voice tense. "He’s at 85%!"

Dr. Harper’s voice was steady but urgent. "Start him on oxygen, 15 liters. Keep those fluids going." As they worked, another nurse stood at the head of the gurney, jotting down information. "Do we have an emergency contact for him?" she asked aloud. One of the paramedics handed her a wallet they had retrieved from the scene that contained his health card information. She flipped through it, finding a driver’s license and a folded piece of paper.

"Looks like there’s a wife listed here. Esme Holt. It’s noted as his emergency contact." Dr. Harper didn’t look up from suturing one of the smaller wounds. "Call her. Let her know he’s here and it’s critical." The nurse nodded and moved to the phone at the nurses’ station. As the team continued to work on Nathan, she dialed the number, tapping her pen anxiously against the desk as she waited for an answer. On the third ring, a voice picked up.

"Hi, is this Esme Holt?" the nurse asked. This is Nurse Patel from Revelstoke Hospital. Your husband, Grayson Holt, has been brought in after a bear attack. His condition is critical, and we thought you’d want to know."

There was a pause, followed by a sharp intake of breath. The nurse gave her the necessary information and hung up, returning to the chaos unfolding in Trauma One. By now, the transfusion was underway, and a surgeon had arrived to assess the situation. "We’ve got to get him to the OR," the surgeon said, glancing at the vitals monitor. "He’s not going to hold out much longer without intervention." Dr. Harper nodded, peeling off her bloodied gloves. "Alright, let’s move him. Notify the OR team we’re coming up. And someone update Mrs. Holt when she gets here."

The gurney was wheeled out of the trauma bay, the doors swinging shut behind it. In the quiet that followed, a nurse began cleaning up the aftermath; discarded gauze, empty IV bags, and blood-stained instruments. Over at the nurses’ station, the phone rang again. Nurse Patel picked it up, her voice calm despite the hectic environment.

"Revelstoke ER, this is Nurse Patel." The nurse sighed, glancing at the clock. It was going to be a long night for everyone, especially Grayson Holt.
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Lucian Castro

L
ucian stood there for a moment, blinking at Tori as she started to walk away, her words still echoing in his head. The whole exchange had caught him off guard, leaving him more than a little confused. One minute, she was storming over like she was about to rip his head off, and the next, she was teary-eyed and apologizing for something he didn’t even care about. What the hell just happened?
"Uhm, yeah, Merry Christmas...or whatever."
He let out a small breath scratching the back of his head, his brow furrowed as he tried to process everything.
Lucian shook his head and let out a small, frustrated sigh, deciding it wasn’t worth the energy to dwell on it. Not my problem. She’d apologized—more than he would have expected—and that was enough.
He glanced over at the lodge, then back down at the camera he'd carefully tucked away in it's bag. Might as well get back to work if he was in the clear now. He turned away from where Tori had disappeared and started walking off in the opposite direction, away from the lodge. No need to risk running into anyone else who might mistake him for a photographer on a mission to ruin their day. He had enough to focus on with his project as is, no need to spare a second thought to that disaster on a situation.
Lucian raised the camera to his eye and scanned the horizon, letting the quiet peace of the landscape soothe him. He needed to get further away from the chaos. Maybe then, he’d finally be able to get a decent shot without all the unnecessary drama.


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Outside of Revelstoke Lodge

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Ozelia Mae Bonet

O
zelia sat quietly beside Eileen, her heart full of tenderness as she felt the weight of the moment. She was grateful—grateful that Eileen had opened up to her, grateful that she could be here to offer a little bit of light in such a heavy time. It didn't matter to her that she didn't know Eileen before this, she knew her now and she hated to think of her sitting here alone and sad if she hadn't of stopped to talk to her. The air was cool around them, but the warmth of the moment seemed to wrap around them like a soft embrace. It was peaceful here, despite the heaviness that lingered in Eileen's heart.
She rested her arm gently around Eileen’s shoulders, giving her a warm side hug as they sat together, not minding Eileen resting against her for support. The gentle closeness was meant to be a simple gesture of comfort, a way to show that Eileen wasn’t alone in this moment. They watched the people walk by, their faces lit by the flickering lights of the holiday displays, and Ozelia let out a quiet breath, her gaze soft as she looked out at the quiet beauty of the scene. The world seemed to carry on around them, and for a moment, Eileen didn’t have to feel like she was alone in her grief.
"I’m so glad I stopped,"
Ozelia said softly, her voice a warm whisper amidst the bustle of the festival.
"we can sit here as long as you need hun."

Her smile was gentle as she looked down at Eileen, feeling a deep sense of fulfillment knowing she had been able to be the person Eileen needed in this moment. She stayed close, offering her presence as a quiet reassurance, knowing that sometimes, that’s all someone needs. Time would bring healing, but for now, they had each other’s company, and that, for today, was enough.
She let herself relax into the moment, the soft glow of the lights making everything feel just a little brighter, just a little more hopeful. And as they sat together, she hoped that this small moment of peace would stay with Eileen—if even for a while—until she was ready to face what came next.




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Clay Asher Storm
Musician
Location
Common Area
"Hate this town"
interactions.
C
lay raised an eyebrow as they stepped into the intimate space above the ice skating rink, the faint sounds of laughter and chatter filtering in from outside, where groups of friends mingled and enjoyed the holiday spirit. He took in the scene: a cozy blanket haphazardly draped over the couch, snack wrappers scattered on the floor, remnants of a makeshift gathering. His gaze then settled on the delicate girl standing in front of him, her expression a mix of defiance and vulnerability.
"Looks like someone’s made themselves at home,"
he said, a teasing lilt in his voice as he moved further inside, surveying the room with a casual air.

As his eyes wandered to the rink below, now closed for the night, a flicker of something unspoken crossed his face—memories he couldn’t quite shake off. The laughter of families and friends echoed in the distance, reminding him of the warmth of togetherness that felt so distant now. He shook his head slightly, dismissing the thoughts, and sank down onto the couch. The cushions molded around him, offering a brief comfort he didn’t know he needed. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes remained sharp, focused on her as if trying to decipher a puzzle.

"You lied,"
he said softly, his tone shifting to something more serious. The concern in his voice was palpable, contrasting with the playful smirk that danced on his lips.
"You have been here a while... So, let me ask you again: why are you alone on Christmas, dressed like that?"
He gestured subtly to her outfit, the thin fabric seeming insufficient against the chill that filled the room. There was a genuine note of care that underlined his words, a protective instinct that stirred within him, even as his expression hinted at the amusement he found in her apparent mischief.

Clay leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees, studying her with an intensity that was hard to ignore.
“You know,”
he continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper,
“Christmas is supposed to be about warmth, laughter, and not freezing your ass off.”
The corners of his mouth curled up as he tried to lighten the mood, a challenge glimmering in his eyes.
“So, what’s the story? Are you planning to turn this place into your own little holiday hideout, or is there something more you’re not telling me?”
His gaze never wavered, a mix of concern and playful skepticism, as if he was daring her to share what was really going on beneath her tough exterior.



 
Auriela Grace Hale
Constable Daughter/Wild Child
Location
Hale house
"They mean the world to me"
interactions.
A
urie gazed up at Roman, her heart swelling with affection as a radiant smile illuminated her face. As they brushed a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, their finger lingered for just a moment longer, as if to savor the intimacy of the gesture.
“No matter what happens, you’ll always have me in your life,”
she said softly, her voice rich with sincerity. Standing on her tiptoes, she leaned in to plant a tender kiss on their cheek, a simple yet profound expression of her feelings.

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of Roman and their family, with Tali's presence revitalizing the atmosphere, Aurie felt an overwhelming sense of joy that encapsulated the essence of Christmas. It was as though the world had faded away, leaving only the vivid colors of love and connection. She cherished Roman deeply, not just for the way they made her feel, but for the incredible person they were. Aurie admired and respected them wholeheartedly, appreciating their genuine nature and the unwavering support they offered.

What truly captivated her was Roman's unapologetic happiness and kindness. They never sought to change her; instead, they embraced her for who she was, flaws and all. Their joyful spirit was infectious, and Aurie found herself inspired by their efforts to uplift those around them. It was as if their positivity had a ripple effect, encouraging her to see the beauty in the world and in herself.

Every time Roman looked at her, it was as if they could see right into her soul, sending butterflies fluttering wildly in her stomach. A blush would inevitably creep onto her cheeks, igniting a delightful warmth that spread throughout her body. As she nestled against their chest, she felt a sense of safety and comfort envelop her. The familiar scent of their perfume was soothing, wrapping her in a fragrant embrace as they swayed gently to the rhythm of the music. In that moment, time seemed to stand still, and Aurie realized that this was where she belonged—lost in the magic of the season, surrounded by love, laughter, and the promise of many more cherished memories to come.





 
mood :
happy

location :
sledding hill
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dunn
;; Brandon
The way T'kaya challenged him, made him question everything he thought to be true about adventure, excited Brandon. Her gentle squeeze of his hand filling him with a warm, grounded comfort. As they walked, fingers intertwined, he listened intently as she explained some essentials of sledding. Her explanations were not so much sledding tips as they were life tips, but Brandon soaked them up nevertheless. "It's about feeling alive. Got it."

Brandon took a breath as he looked at the steep hill in front of him. It was steep enough to be exciting and fun, but not dangerously so. Still, Brandon couldn't help but worry about what could go wrong. T'kaya warned him he'd end up screaming. That wasn't something he was quite comfortable with, but he'd have to come to terms with his inevitable fate. But what about injury? Or ruining his clothes? He should not have worn this suit, that was for sure. But there was no going back now that they'd arrived.

He followed T'kaya up to the attendant, taking his tube hesitantly and gazing at it. It would be fine. He could do this. "No, no. I'm not backing out. Even if I really do kinda want to," he laughed, showing just how nervous he was. Yet, he confirmed that even though he was a bit uncomfortable, he'd still follow through.

The watched he go down the hill, yelling with joy. He grinned. She made it seem like such an enjoyable experience, maybe he'd love it too. He took a breath and nodded as she yelled up on him, setting his tube down and sitting in it, taking a moment to find the right position for himself. He looked down the hill, biting his lip nervously. Then, with a sharp breath, he pushed himself down.

He started screaming almost instantly, adrenaline filling his body. Yeah, it was a scream of terror first. But then, it turned into a scream of delight. As he reached the bottom of the hill, he seemed to lack the control T'kaya did, his tube flipping over and tossing him out of it. Still, Brandon laughed, lying down in the snow. "Holy shit," he muttered. "I can't believe I just did that."
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mood :
happy

location :
family home
outfit :
mentions :
n/a

interactions :
mikey fieldofclover fieldofclover
carasso
;; Rachel
Rachel was glad that her chill holiday plans seemed to amuse Mikey in a good way. Her family was the type to do so much yet so little at the same time. With so many people in the house, there was always so much to do, and simply spending time with each other felt special. But, nothing was ever really planned. It was simply a show up as you are and let's have a good time kind of deal.

She laughed at Mikey's antics, he was already declaring himself the king of Mario Kart. "Um, buddy, I know you're directionally challenged. I think those thumbs are pointing the wrong way." Rachel reached out and turned his thumbs towards her.

"You don't have to worry about me stealing toad though. You know Rosalina is my girl," Rachel declared with a grin. When choosing her avatars for games, Rachel went with a tried and true method- choosing whoever she found the hottest. It at least kept her visually interested in the game. "You might have to keep an eye on Juliet though, if anyone would steal toad it would be her. Let me rally the troops and we can get a game going, yeah?"

Rachel walked towards where some of her siblings and cousins were gathered with a smile, ready to get this party started. She could already tell that the game was going to be lively. It had to be, with her family involved.
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