a/n It seems I'm starting yet another collection - but this time, there's a theme, and comprises completely of drabbles. Welcome, dear readers, to Listen's Christmas Drabble Extravaganza, or as it's more commonly known, colours and promises.
This collection is a set of drabbles that centers around Christmas, obviously. They can be any era, pairing, genre or character - the only criteria is that they have to have something to do with Christmas. There will be exactly 25 of these, one for each day leading up to Christmas.
Many thanks to my wonderful fiancee, Blue, for the prompts and pairing. This is also dedicated to her, because I know how much she loves these two.
One last thing - I take requests ;)
AliceFrank ;; snowflake, silver bells, peppermint
Her laughter rings around the lake like the pealing of silver bells, bouncing off the water and rebounding back to them with such mirth that he has to laugh with her.
"Really, Frank - you think Lily's in love with James? You might not want to mention that ridiculous theory to Lily if you want to live," Alice says through her chuckles, and he bites back the retort that comes to his lips when she takes his hand in her frozen one. He's not going to negate what progress he's made so far with her to push his point, even if he knows he's right.
Something cold lands in his hair, chilling his scalp in an instant, and he rakes his hand through his hair impatiently, making it stand up on end. "Someone overused the gel this morning," she teases, and he frowns, which only makes her smile more.
"You know how I feel about my hair," he complains, a frown which deepens when another fragile droplet of snow clinging to a tree overhead drops down to slide on the bridge of his nose. He hates the cold, and the only reason he agreed to come out here was because Alice begged him to, which is completely – he sneaks a sideways look at her – worth it. Her cheeks are a flushed pink which matches shell coloured lips which part as she tries to catch a snowflake on her tongue.
"Come on," she tugs his hand, pulling him directly beneath a snow laden tree which threatens to heap snow upon their heads. Despite his deep hatred of snow and the cold, she wants him to dance in the snow with her, so he does, and he twirls her around as a flurry of snowflakes swirl around them like they are dancing too.
She pauses, out of breath, her boundless energy spent for once, and leans her head on his shoulder. His arm curls around her automatically, and she shifts so that her short frame is slumping against his chest.
"Merry Christmas," she whispers, and he realises this is their first Christmas together. His lips stretch into a goofy smile, and he's glad that she can't see the look in his eyes when he tenderly kisses the top of her hair, which smells peculiarly like peppermint candy canes. Merry Christmas indeed.
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