[If he stops to think real hard, Liam can remember times before the winter holidays were so commercialized. The memories come in bits and pieces, pagan rituals and firelight revelry, but he's entirely certain that he's never spent enough time in one place to properly pay his respects.
It's different this year. Now there are lights and warmth and it's more than he'd ever thought he'd see. Just seeing the place lit up was enough to take his breath away, and there's a slight tightness in his chest that he's come to associate with the intense fondness he feels for his reaper.
Speaking of which, he's busy coming up behind the man and wrapping his arms around James' waist, burying his nose in the man's shoulder as he grins.]
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Date: 2017-01-30 08:55 pm (UTC)From:It's different this year. Now there are lights and warmth and it's more than he'd ever thought he'd see. Just seeing the place lit up was enough to take his breath away, and there's a slight tightness in his chest that he's come to associate with the intense fondness he feels for his reaper.
Speaking of which, he's busy coming up behind the man and wrapping his arms around James' waist, burying his nose in the man's shoulder as he grins.]
Looks good.