Nov 12, 2009 15:48
Christmas in the garden is full of the scent of pine boughs, cinnamon, and baking things. Tea, wassail and cider permeate every inch of the house. Carefully wrapped gifts in brown paper or newspaper, or occasionally gift wrap are piled under the Christmas tree in a careless cascade.
The man with mirrored skin sits down beside Tanis, his slight frame barely making an indentation in the cushions. She looks up and smiles when he shyly puts a small box in her hands, biting his lower lip nervously when she opens it to reveal a serpent pendant with tiny jeweled eyes.
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