User: confusion_fall (posted by michaelcorner) Date: 2009-12-31 10:43 Subject: A Very Pixie Christmas Security: Public

Michael was pacing about the apartment trying to decide whether everything was ready. By the Christmas tree were two neat stacks of presents ready to be summoned away, one with presents for Iden's family and one with presents for Michael's family. On the hob were several dishes keeping warm until brunch at Iden's mum's house. In the refrigerator were several more dishes keeping cool until dinner at Michael's parents' house.

"Iden, are you ready to go?" Michael called from the kitchen.

User: idenpuffed Date: 2010-01-24 12:47 (UTC) Subject: (no subject)

"Thank you, Iden. It will be a nice addition to my desk," Oliver said shortly. It was a very nice desk set, but it seemed to Oliver like Iden was rubbing his conventional and stable job in his face.

Moira hugged Michael. "Oh, I'm just awful about journaling. This will make it so much easier," she said.

Iden ran his hand over the robes. These were really nice. He flicked his wand and more presents landed lightly on people's laps. Oliver got Moira a cookbook with moving picutres to demonstrate each recipe. Moira got Oliver a very nice scarf, hat, and gloves that were self-warming. Iden gave Michael a book on advanced magical paper preservation. Oliver gave Iden a scarf.... a pink scarf with silver tassels.

Iden blinked and picked it out of the box with one finger. Moira glanced up and then looked reprovingly at Oliver. "What are you playing at, Ollie?" Iden asked.

"Playing at? I thought you'd like it."

"It's pink and glittery. Made for an 8 year old witch."

"Or a pixie...."

"Oliver!" Moira said as some sort of warning, but it was entirely too late as Iden had already lept to coffee table and grabbed Ollie by the front of his robes.

"Alright, I'm a pixie. We've got that just fine without your pink, shiny reminders. I'm a pixie. But you know what? I don't think that's what your mad about. I think you're mad that I have a stable relationship and a job that pays better than yours. I think you're jealous," Iden hissed at Ollie before shaking him slightly by the handful of robes he still had.

"Jealous? You're unnatural. You're a freak. You were before you engaged in this 'relationship' of yours and you're even worse now. Jealous? I'm ashamed. Now let me go," Ollie said quietly and coldly back.

"Boys. Stop this. Oliver, maybe you ought to go," Moira chimed in, wand out and ready to stop this by force.

"Mum's right," Iden said, grabbing Ollie by the shoulders and shoving him hard towards the door. Ollie stumbled and caght himself on the wall. "You should go."