Day Eleven - December 11th
main prompt: stockings
pairing/character: dominiquelysander
Lysander laughed as Dominique rummaged around in an old cardboard box, finally pulling out a battered, sickly-pink, homemade Christmas stocking.
"How old are you, again, Dom," Lysander said, winking as he took hold of the stocking.
"It's my first Christmas away from home," Dominique said, pouting, "It feels odd. I've always hung that stocking on the fireplace, ever since I was tiny. I can't stop now, can I?"
Lysander pulled Dominique towards him, sitting her beside him on the couch, "You'll see your family in the morning – we're visiting your mum first thing, she's promised to make us Christmas breakfast."
"I know," Dominique sniffed, "But it's not the same – Vic and Louis would normally be there, and Louis would get really excited and mum would make us cookies and - " A tear slid from her cheek and onto Lysander's jumper.
"I know it's a big change, Dom, but we'll get used to it. It's strange, not having Lorcan around. Having our own place is scary, but it'll be okay in the end. It'll be nice. Victoire won't steal your clothes all the time, now," Lysander said, stroking Dominique's hair.
"It'll be okay in the morning," Dominique hiccupped, giving Lysander a sad little smile. She shuffled off to bed.
When she awoke, just out of habit, the first place she looked was her stocking. It was full to the brim with gifts. Maybe it did feel like home, after all.
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