A/N: In the Christmas mood rn. Listened to this song and felt inspired to write a oneshot for YamiChar, because those two would definitely be arguing back and forth about lingering just a little too long. I've also included an imgur link for the necklace that I've imagined Char would wear at the footnotes of the story, so if you were curious, check it out! Happy reading, and happy holidays (if you celebrate)!
"We've gathered here today to discuss our annual Magic Knights Captains' Yule Party!" Julius beamed. His eyes shone with excitement as he scanned the room of mages seated around a wooden, rectangular table. The Wizard King appeared mildly displeased at the lack of enthusiasm amongst the Captains. The only ones truly showing any interest were Rill and Fuegoleon; the rest of the Captains either unabashedly showed the boredom on their face, while others attempted to be a bit more polite about it.
Julius cleared his throat, "Last year, our gathering was stationed at the Silver Eagles' headquarters. Which means this year, it will be held at the Black Bulls' base!"
Yami failed to hide his displeasure. He knew that his squad would be this year's host, but Yami hated the Yuletide season. They didn't celebrate this — in his opinion — weird holiday in his homeland, so the nostalgia of being a child experiencing Yule had been lost on him. To the boorish foreigner, the customs of Yule were bothersome and excessive. Nevertheless, he couldn't say no to the Wizard King, not outright, anyway. The captain of the Black Bulls merely sighed.
"Great! It's settled! As per usual, this party is Captains-only. We will still have the general Magic Knights' Yuletide Ball courtesy of King Clover shortly after the Yule season," Julius gleamed, before dismissing them. The captains rose from their seats and left, save for Yami.
"Now, Yami, I know you hate the Yule season, so I very much appreciate your cooperation at this time," the Wizard King said slyly, "If you need any help with the preparations, I shall help you myse—"
"No, sir, that would be unacceptable," Marx interrupted, before swiftly plopping down a mountain of paperwork on the Wizard King's desk, "There are many things for the Wizard King to do."
Julius pouted and eyed Yami, hoping that the swordsman would come up with an excuse to bail him out of reading boring reports, but with no such luck. "Marx, would you help Yami, then?" a shoddy attempt at getting his mushroom-haired secretary off his back.
"No, sir. I must supervise you to make sure that you don't end up running off from your duties," the blue-haired secretary rebutted, "Captain Yami, I shall find you suitable assistance, should you require it."
Yami shrugged his shoulders, "Like you said, I don't really care about this holiday. It's weird that some fat, old geezer watches your every move, and decides to leave a gift or a bunch of rocks under a dead tree in your house in the middle of the night. Sounds like a real perv, if you ask me." He continued, "I'll get my kids to handle it. We're not busy, anyway."
Julius was placated by this answer, and sent Yami on his way. Knowing Yami was prone to half-assing things that bored him, Julius looked forward to the interesting celebration they're about to have.
"Eh? We're hosting the Magic Knights Captains' Yule Party!?" Noelle said incredulously.
"Yeah, I'm putting you, and," Yami paused to look amongst his subordinates, "Asta on decor duty."
"Stu-stupidsta? Why him?! N-Not that I like him, or anything," Noelle scoffed.
"Roger that, Yami sir!" Asta saluted, "I'm ready to clean this place and make it shine!"
"And Henry, too," Yami added, "We need to rearrange the hideout a little so the other Captains don't stumble into your rooms." Well, mostly mine, he thought.
"O...kay... Cap...tain...Yaaaaa...mi...I...look...for..ward...to...this," Henry replied.
"Charmy, you're in charge of the food. Nero can help you," Yami ordered.
The petite, black-haired mage scrunched her face into a stern look, "Aye, Captain, lah!" she piped. She summoned her Sheep Cooks in an instant and began brainstorming ideas of what their Yuletide feast should be and coordinated with Nero on how best to serve these dishes.
"Vanessa, Finral, go handle the drinks," the Captain said, "Gordon, Gauche, Grey. All three of you can handle the party favours."
Gordon muttered excitedly, "Oh boy, the G-squad is back together! I'm so excited to strengthen my friendship with all of the Magic Knight captains! I can't wait to show them all the dolls I made of them. Or maybe I can include some friendship bracelets in their goody bags!"
"A p-p-party?! That sounds so embarrassing! I don't want a-anyone to look at me," Grey cried, hiding her reddening face behind her hands.
"They can get figurines of Marie!" Gauche said excitedly, "But wait. They don't deserve my little angel Marie at all. Maybe I'll just use the money Captain Yami gives us to buy more supplies to make more Marie models."
"I heard that, you sick sister-lover," Yami grumbled, "Zora, Magna, Luck, all of you are responsible for security. Just make sure there are no sharp objects around the place. Some of these people can't handle their liquor."
Yami chuckled at the thought of Charlotte repeating the events of the Star Festival, "Oh, and I give you full permission to kick the ass of any suspicious strangers who try to crash the party."
Electricity buzzed at Luck's fingertips, "Hmm! Do I get to fight the other captains, Captain Yami?"
"No, moron. Only strangers."
"Aww, that's no fun. I know! I'll just fight Magna!" Luck said. Magna swatted Luck in the back of the head at this comment. Zora just yawned and slinked away, likely going off to set some traps in the backyard.
The members of the Black Bulls broke off into their respective groups and worked hard at turning their hideout into something presentable in time for the Yule party. They did surprisingly well, resulting in Yami's allowing them to invite just a few friends to celebrate, if they wanted to.
He was aware that this was supposed to be a captains-only event, but it was his house, his rules. If Julius didn't want others to be here, well, he shouldn't have forced me to host it in the first place, Yami reflected.
Charlotte deliberated on what to wear to the Yule party. Should she attend in her normal attire of armour and cape? Show off her femininity with a slightly revealing dress? Or perhaps wear something so eye-catching that even he would finally look at her?
The blonde-haired captain shook her head. Silly girl. Since when did you care about your appearance? The other members of the Blue Roses swarmed around her, picking out clothes from her limited wardrobe for Captain Charlotte to try on. Charlotte eventually settled for a compromise: a bell-sleeved, off-shoulder white chiffon dress, accented by her silver breastplate.
She let her smooth, golden locks loose, with a solitary braid framing her face. Charlotte was pleased. Just as she was about to say her goodbyes to the Blue Rose knights, she was stopped at the door by her girls.
Puli stepped forward, "Captain Charlotte! We'd like to give you an early Christmas present!" She presented the captain with a small blue velvet box. Inside was a silver chain necklace, with a pendant of a silver sword adorned with a solitary black onyx on its hilt piercing through a rose with sapphire petals. [1]
"Merry Christmas, Captain!" the girls sang in unison. Charlotte's eyes lit up at the thoughtful gift, and wore the necklace to the captains' Yule party.
Charlotte smiled as she made her way to the Black Bulls' base, thinking fondly of her girls' generosity. She truly looked forward to the event, not only because of Yami's presence, but because Yule has always been a magical time since Charlotte's childhood. She loved the twinkling of the lights on the streets, the tradition of hanging ornaments on the tree, the idea of gathering with your loved ones and celebrating the year that just passed by and looking forward to the year to come. While she typically hated attending Sir Julius' mandatory parties, Charlotte clung to the Yuletide magic in the air.
At last, she arrived at the Black Bulls' hideout. In spite of its usual ramshackle appearance, the efforts of the Black Bulls shone through. The hideout was decked in evergreen garlands running along the mismatched roofs, intertwined with dainty lights; wreaths with holly and poinsettia strategically interspersed throughout; and a light sprinkling of snow on the uppermost roof gave Charlotte a cozy feeling, although it didn't snow elsewhere on the property.
The Blue Rose captain was first to arrive. Unsurprising, since she intentionally came earlier than the intended start time, in an effort to have some alone time with Yami before he gets whisked away into competition with Jack, or badgered by Sir Julius.
She walked through the stone archway and knocked on the tall set of wooden doors at the entrance, decorated by a large evergreen wreath. A brown-haired mage with a streak of green on his hair opened the door.
"Ah! Captain Roselei! Beautiful as always, but you're a bit early!" he greeted. He appeared to be frazzled at Charlotte's early appearance.
She cleared her throat, "Yes, I misread the invitation to start at 6 instead of 7pm. Is there a problem with my coming early?"
Finral stuttered, "Oh, no! Not at all... We're just... not fully prepared for visitors quite yet." She heard a ruckus behind him, sounding as if pots and pans had fallen on the floor. In the small sliver between Finral and the door, Charlotte could see the Black Bulls frantically running around behind him.
"Is there something I could help with?" she asked.
Finral grinned apologetically, "I wouldn't want to burden a beauty like yourself with menial tasks—"
"I can handle myself just fine," she interrupted. Finral was mildly intimidated by her presence, and so he swung the door wide open and let her in.
The Black Bulls' hideout was mostly complete in its decoration, although a huge pine tree loomed in the corner of the living room. It was surrounded by the Black Bulls, who argued amongst themselves about what to decorate this tree with.
"Asta, you idiot! You used up all the money to buy worthless junk! Now we can't decorate the tree!" Noelle berated.
"Eh?! This so-called worthless junk is the decor we used everywhere else in the hideout!" he defended.
"Well, you should've bought extra! Now we have a big-ass tree in the middle of the room, and nothing to show for it," Magna chided.
Grey was the first to notice Charlotte. "O-oh! C-C-Captain Charlotte! Y-y-you're here!" she stuttered.
The group that was huddled around the tree turned around to face her.
"May I?"
The Magic Knights moved aside to let her deal with the bare tree. She opened her grimoire, and with a wave of her hand, wrapped the tree with some briar thorns, with blue roses sprinkled about. The scent of pine and the roses permeated throughout the living room.
"Ah! It looks much better now!" Finral cheered.
"C-Captain, could y-y-you p-please add some more roses?" Grey asked, shyly.
"Of course." More roses bloomed upon the tree. Grey used her transformation magic to turn some of the blue roses into ornaments.
Little by little, they worked together to bring the tree to life. Noelle used her water magic to create a sprinkling of snow on the tree, as well as created some dainty icicles that made the tree sparkle in the light cast by the fireplace. Charmy had her Sheep Cooks to whip up some sweets that could be used as decoration. Vanessa used her thread magic to create an angel which spun around the top of the tree. Finally, Gordon appeared excited and muttered inaudibly. He carefully placed his prized possessions around the tree — handmade miniature dolls of the Black Bulls.
While this commotion was happening, Yami stepped into the living room and saw Charlotte performing her magic. He was strangely impressed.
"Not bad, Prickly Queen," he blurted. The sound of his voice sent a jolt down Charlotte's spine.
Her mind and her heart began to race. Suddenly, the weight of the small present she brought for Yami felt like a block of lead in her pocket. She cleared her throat to rid the forming lump that would soon render her unable to speak, "Why do you seem surprised?"
"Thought you'd be the last person to do this kind of thing," he replied coolly, "Didn't peg you as someone who liked these traditions and all."
"Well, I do quite enjoy Yule."
"Yule happens during winter, and you're as cold as they come, so I guess that makes some sense," the Black Bulls' captain teased, which caused Charlotte's cheeks to burn with embarrassment.
She made her way towards the corner of the living room, and sat down, silently observing the Black Bulls as they put on the finishing touches. The hideout was homely, warm, and inviting. They're pretty reliable — when they felt like it, she thought.
"Finral!" Vanessa sing-songed, "We need more booze! Let's go!" The spatial mage obliged, opened up a portal to the market, and left with the witch, decked out in an eye-catching red dress. Charlotte felt a bit of envy, which was quickly squashed when Yami plopped down in the seat next to her.
"Have some noms, lah!" said a stout, raven-haired girl who approached the seated captains with an appetizing platter of meats and cheeses. A blue-haired petite girl with a slight scowl on her face silently handed the two a mug of warm cider. Just as Charlotte had been reaching for the mug, Yami cut in, "No alcohol for you, lightweight."
"I don't need your permission."
"Alright. Guess you don't want to remember what's gonna happen tonight. I get it."
She blushed furiously at the implication of something happening tonight, then quickly scolded herself for thinking such thoughts.
"One mug of cider shouldn't do much."
Nero had heard about the incident with Vanessa before, and made sure to give Charlotte the non-alcoholic cider. Nero was thoughtful like that.
Charlotte fixed her eyes on the flame of the fireplace and watched the shadows that danced on the opposite wall as the two captains waited for more attendants to arrive. The members of the Black Bulls mostly kept to themselves; they mingled with one another and kept up the feeling of merriment in spite of the lack of partygoers.
She broke the silence first. "Don't let me keep you from being with your squad."
Yami cocked an eyebrow, "I spend too much time with them. They won't miss me, but you might."
"Are you sure you'd rather be here? It looks like your kids are about to fight." She motioned towards Luck and Magna, the latter being extremely annoyed at the lightning mage for eating his share of pudding.
"It's just the usual," he paused, "Oy, you two! Stop embarrassing me in front of the Queen right now! Shut up or I'll kill you!" he yelled threateningly.
The blue-eyed beauty laughed and that caught Yami off-guard. She sensed his confusion and composed herself.
"Something funny, Princess?"
"No. And don't call me a princess."
"My bad. I forgot you prefer being called the Queen."
"Hm," she gathered a small bit of courage with a sip of her cider, "I am your Queen."
"If you're my queen, does that makes me your king?"
Charlotte felt her face grow hot, "Shut up, brute." Oof, she didn't mean to come off that harshly. Yami, on the other hand, broke out into a hearty laugh, admitting defeat.
"I'm surprised that nobody else has shown up yet," Charlotte mused, and noticed the time on the grandfather clock by the fireplace. It was already a few minutes past 7. She'd expected tardiness from most of the other captains, but it was uncharacteristic for Fuegoleon to not be punctual.
Just as Charlotte turned her head to look out the window, Yami's communicator began to ring demandingly. The floating head of the Wizard King was displayed, "Yami, I hate to do this, but I'm afraid that the party must be cancelled. There is a severe blizzard warning in effect for all of Clover Kingdom."
Yami grumbled, "After all the work the kids did."
"I've contacted most of the Captains, so I doubt anyone would have made their way there by no— Oh, Captain Charlotte. I didn't realize you were already there," Julius smiled apologetically, with a suspicious glint in his eyes.
It had begun to snow heavily. The room was eerily quiet, and Yami realized that all of his kids went out to play in the snow. It hardly ever snowed in the area of their hideout, so of course, they all decided to play outside like schoolchildren on a snow day.
"Well, you might have to tough out the snow at the Black Bulls' residence, Captain Roselei," the Wizard King smiled, "I'm sure Yami will treat you just right." Julius' illuminated visage appeared mildly amused, and faded into nothingness.
"I suppose I'll take my leave," Charlotte said, trying to mask the disappointment in her tone.
"I'll call my wheels," Yami said somewhat frustratedly; they were just starting to have a good time. "Finral!" he called.
Gordon emerged from the shadows and somehow managed to inform them that Finral and Vanessa had stepped out moments ago. Charlotte was stuck, but of course, she needed to go back to the Blue Rose's headquarters if the weather warning was this severe.
She stood up and headed towards the door, when her wrist was abruptly caught by Yami's hand. Charlotte felt the heat of his fingers resting on her skin and wanted to melt, but she held her composure.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"You can't go."
"You heard the Wizard King. The weather's severe. I need to get back to my girls."
"Just wait until Finral gets back," he said.
"There's no telling how long he'll be away for. Besides, I can handle myself."
Yami unintentionally eyed her up and down, finally admiring the way the fabric of white that clung to her goddess-like figure. He paused to examine the unique pendant of her necklace, which made her face burned hot, because it looked like he was ogling her cleavage (partially true) from her perspective.
Remembering his purpose, he said, "Not dressed like that."
"What's wrong with the way I'm dressed?" and began to feel self-conscious.
"Nothing. You look... good," he replied, almost uncomfortably so, "But you look cold. You'd never survive in that weather."
"You call me an Ice Queen, so what gives?"
"You just," Yami struggled to find the words, "Can't."
Of course, Charlotte was equally stubborn and refused to back down from this fight. Yes, she realized that she wasn't dressed appropriately to traverse through snow, but what other option did she have? She couldn't possibly spend the night here! She knew her girls would instantly jump to conclusions and her reputation can't be marred by something so trivial. I mean, it's a legitimate excuse, but—
"I have to go home, Yami. Let me go," she stated.
"You'll freeze out there."
"Lend me a coat, then."
"I ain't got any coats here. I wear tank tops year round, Prickly Queen. Besides, the snow's up to your knees by now."
"Look, I had a lovely time. I promise I'll be fine—"
"You could get sick and die, you know."
She knit her brows in frustration. God, what an impossible man I've come to love! she berated herself, although a small part of her also kind of enjoyed seeing Yami being concerned for her wellbeing, something that was new to her.
"Yami, I have to go," she asserted, and delicately moved her other hand to free the one trapped by Yami's grasp.
He very badly wanted to pull her closer to him. He furrowed his brows at the thought of Charlotte going out with her bare shoulders and her milky cleavage all exposed against the brutal elements. He tried to be more diplomatic, "Have some food at least."
Charlotte relented, if only to prolong her stay, despite knowing that the longer she stayed, the worse the weather would become.
"Charmy cooked up a storm. Can't let it to go to waste, or she'd go apeshit. That little girl can really put it away, can you believe that?" Yami almost sounded like a proud father, which made Charlotte smile.
There it is again, Yami thought. His heart fluttered momentarily.
The pair made their way to the Yuletide feast spread out on the long dining table where the Black Bulls usually shared their meals. All sorts of savoury dishes and delectable sweets were prepared for their choosing. Charlotte's mouth watered with the smell of the roasted turkey wafting through the air.
Almost like she anticipated their hunger, Nero appeared behind the turkey, wearing an apron and holding some serving utensils. "What would you like, Lady Roselei?"
"I'll have some of the turkey, please. And mashed potatoes. Could you please add another scoop? Thank you. Some vegetables, too," she prattled on.
For some unknown reason, Yami couldn't help but stare at Charlotte so intently. A battle raged in his mind, one that he could not understand, yet felt that he was losing. How could this Prickly Ice Queen be so nice to everyone but him? I just want her to look at me like that.
"Captain Yami? What would you like?" His spiralling thoughts were paused by Nero's interruption.
"I'll get the same thing she did. Triple size," he replied.
They ate their meals in silence, punctuated by stolen glances at one another. He hated it. He wanted to be direct, and confront the breathtaking woman eating across from him, but she'd always been a sore spot for Yami. Sure, he teased her all the time, so it should come as no shock that she hated his guts.
He had resigned himself to being okay with being hated by Charlotte, knowing that she would never truly like him; he figured it was better to get under her skin than the alternative, which was to never be noticed by her at all. Still, it made his heart pang seeing her interacting with his kids so naturally, but he shook his head to rid himself of these thoughts. Thinking is for the toilet.
The blonde-haired beauty yawned, feeling stuffed after savouring every last bite of her meal. As if on cue, Nero appeared to take their plates away.
Because of this strange predicament she was on, she felt more attuned to the dark swordsman, and noticed the flickering of his emotions. His face had let on more than usual: his brows were knit together in contemplation, and the barest downturn of his lip made her feel like he might actually want her around, for once. He had protested against her exit, too.
Perhaps it was a mix of the cider (which mysteriously hadn't caused her to pass out even after finishing a whole mug!), Yami's apparent disappointment in her leaving so soon, and the magic of Yuletide, that the Blue Rose captain felt emboldened tonight. She remembered the gift tucked between the folds of her skirt's pocket, and mustered some courage to give it to Yami.
The members of the Black Bulls trickled back inside, each addressing Charlotte's presence, but all retiring to their rooms, save for Charmy, who had swiped half of the spread on the table, and smuggled it away to the kitchen for consumption. The briar maiden was taken aback when the room started moving on its own, and looked to the rugged captain to gauge his reaction.
He shrugged. "Henry," was the only explanation he could offer her. Now, the two were completely alone, sequestered off to their little world. This normally would have made her panic, but the presence of "alcohol" in her system made her feel more courageous than the usual.
"Yami, I have a present for you," she said barely above a whisper.
He raised a brow, intrigued.
"Well, it's uh, it's from the girls of the Blue Roses," she paused, "And m-me. Just a thank you... For being with me during the battle against the Elves."
She procured the small box from her pocket. She doesn't know what it is herself, only that the girls had picked this out especially for Yami. While her girls had a tendency to get carried away, the box looked innocent enough that she trusted it was an appropriate gift.
He opened the box, which revealed a black tassel, embellished with the same sword and rose that hung on the Prickly Queen's neck. Charlotte paled when she saw the pendant, and instinctively grabbed her necklace to hide it from his view.
He turned to look at her, and his eye caught her pale hand clutched around the pendant of her necklace. He held the tassel up and remembered her necklace — it matched the pendant on his sword's tassel. Yami couldn't help but blurt out, "This what you meant when you said that your lover was the battlefield? I already promised you I'd take care of you when we get old. No need to get all sentimental."
Charlotte stammered, "I-I didn't know. The girls bought the gift, and I just got this necklace today too—"
"It's okay, Prickle. Thanks," he said tenderly. The swordsman explained that tassels were common in his homeland. They were used as decorations for swords, symbols representing one's affiliations, or even good luck charms in battle.
"Tell your kids I said thanks, too."
"Y-you're welcome."
He grabbed his sword, which had been laying on top of the mantel and carefully secured the tassel around its handle. The black-haired mage grunted approvingly, "Gonna be a shit day for anyone facing against my sword now, huh?"
This made her smile, glad to have made him happy with the gift.
The grandfather clock interrupted their sweet exchange with a loud gong. Shit, it's almost midnight! I lost track of the time, Charlotte fretted. She stood up again to excuse her leave.
"It's been... wonderful, Yami," she admitted, "But I do have to go now. I bet the girls are wondering where I am."
"Look outside," he motioned, "It's too damn dark and too fucking snowy to even see your own nose out there. No way in hell I'm letting you go." A feeling of warmth blossomed at the pit of her stomach.
"Like I said, I'm tough enough to survive the cold. I can't stay here. What would people think?" she insisted.
Yami winced inwardly. This brought him back to reality. Right. Charlotte Roselei hates my guts. Why would I get my hopes up? he thought, but really, it was too cold even for Mereoleona to go outside right now, let alone Charlotte. He refused to give up. The brutish captain got up to block the door, and closed the distance between himself and his Prickly Queen.
She gave him a penetrating look.
"You'll have to go through me, Prickly Queen," and rested his large hand on the handle of his sword, aware that she wouldn't hesitate to use magic to get her way.
Charlotte sighed in frustration and rubbed her temples with her hand. Her eyes trailed down the musculature of his bare arm, illuminated by the glow of the crackling fire beside them. God, his arms look so delicious, then shook her head to free herself from the feelings welling up within her.
She relented, "Fine, I'll keep waiting for that spatial mage of yours."
He grinned triumphantly, then proceeded to grab two mugs of cider and handed it to the defeated Ice Queen. He wasn't aware that the drink given to her by Nero was non-alcoholic, so Yami had given her regular cider.
Soon enough, the effects of alcohol had rendered her blonde royalness unable to keep her eyes open. "Hey, what's in this drink?" she slurred.
"Don't get your knickers in a twist. You had a whole mug earlier, so I'm impressed. You've surpassed your limits today, oh pupil o' mine," he bantered. Her eyelids felt heavy and her face flushed red, betraying her drunkenness, and soon passed out, face down on the table, hand still clutching the handle of her wooden pint. He gently took the mug of cider in her hand and finished the rest in one swig.
Yami Sukehiro shook his head and marvelled at how cute and unassuming she looked right now. He might have been attracted to her, in another life. Maybe in this one, too, but quickly dismissed the intrusive thought. The briar maiden shivered, prompting him to grab the nearest blanket thrown over the far end of the couch over her sleeping body, but was unsatisfied with the thought of leaving her slumped on the table.
He stooped low, carefully scooping the back of her strong thighs and pulled her closer towards his torso, and used his left arm to support her back, effectively carrying her bridal style towards the couch. Despite her taller-than-average stature, she felt small in his arms. Yami wasn't blind, either. He could see why this woman was regaled as the most beautiful woman in the kingdom as he gazed down upon her sleeping face. Real Sleeping Beauty, he chuckled inwardly.
Yami thought about the best way to lay her down without waking her, so he took a seat while he cradled her in his arms. He shifted and attempted to remove his body underneath her weight, slowly pushing against her back so that she almost sat upright, but Charlotte moved in her sleep, which left him pinned between her sleeping frame and the couch.
He was well-aware that he could move her without waking her, but her warmth against his body was oddly comforting. Yami brushed stray hairs off her face. He'd always joked about taking care of each other in their old age; though, with the amount of marriage proposals she receives on the daily, he doubts that Charlotte would stay single forever, let alone end up with him. Even so, a small part of him wished that it would come true.
Yami soon grew exhausted and yawned. He leaned back against the arm of the couch. He knew Charlotte will eventually wake up screaming, possibly throwing a shoe or two in his direction, because, "How dare you touch me!" in her shrill voice and reddened face in the morning. But until then, Yami will enjoy this time laying together.
It is cold outside, after all.
Footnotes:
1: imgur-dot-com-slash-a/h78FMyp - The necklace I envisioned for tsuntsun queen Char. (I can't copy and paste links for some reason, so replace the -dot- and -slash- but copy paste the remainder.) I've combined two different necklaces from here:
a) The base is from RegalRose - Rhapsody necklace in silver
b) The actual blue rose is from The Eternal Rose Canada - Blue Glazed Rose Pendant in 24K Gold (yes, I photoshopped it a bit to make it silver lol)
Let me know if the link works! *hearts*