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Deck the Hells with Bells and Whistles
Dec. 25th, 2017 02:21 am[Hux was never one to pay much heed to holidays, and with good reason. Something about Christmas did appeal to him, the greed and envy of the season off-setting the good will enough to balance the scales most years. But then, Hux had always weighed the devil in the details against the bigger picture.
But this year is different. This year, there's a thorn in his side, a shiny gift wrapped and waiting for him to open it. He slips into the cabin from the snow outside as easily as if he belongs there, leaving his white-dusted coat and boots by the door. He finds the man sleeping, out like a light in a pair of pants and nothing more despite the chill in the air, and watches him quietly for a few moments before putting some logs on the fire, the flames sparking up without a match and roaring to life without the slow wait for the flames to catch.
He pulls his gloves off slowly, one at a time, and trails an overly warm hand through the messy black hair, sharp eyes taking in the contours and lines of the sleeping tiger. Even in sleep, the power in him, and in his body, is impossible to ignore. No harmless sleeping kittens here.]
Wake up.
But this year is different. This year, there's a thorn in his side, a shiny gift wrapped and waiting for him to open it. He slips into the cabin from the snow outside as easily as if he belongs there, leaving his white-dusted coat and boots by the door. He finds the man sleeping, out like a light in a pair of pants and nothing more despite the chill in the air, and watches him quietly for a few moments before putting some logs on the fire, the flames sparking up without a match and roaring to life without the slow wait for the flames to catch.
He pulls his gloves off slowly, one at a time, and trails an overly warm hand through the messy black hair, sharp eyes taking in the contours and lines of the sleeping tiger. Even in sleep, the power in him, and in his body, is impossible to ignore. No harmless sleeping kittens here.]
Wake up.
