It was afternoon now. Flame was lying on the couch, while Cynder was curled up on the loveseat, eating chocolate.
"Can't believe Christmas turned out like this." Flame said, staring at Cynder.
Cynder stopped chewing, and covered her mouth with her claw. "Yeah." She said dispassionately, and then resumed eating.
They had been talking for about an hour now, and Flame learned everything.
Cynder saw this coming. Elora and Spyro's relationship went way back - long before Spyro even knew about Cynder. From what she knew, they were both perfect for each other. Cynder, she just popped up, and Spyro's interest was piqued enough for him to want to date her. But after the rush wore off, Spyro stopped being a 'boyfriend,' and just became a 'friend.'
Elora starting talking to Spyro again, and they realized that they were meant to be. Cynder was being cheated on for about five days.
Flame rubbed his claws together, trying to warm them up. Cynder curled up even more.
They glanced at each other for the second time that day.
"You know," Cynder mumbled, "all I want is to meet someone perfect."
Flame nodded.
"But, there's no one around here whose personality I can click with. And, if they are nice, they always turn out to be ugly. It's like I'm geographically challenged." She continued.
Flame was kind of confused at that last part, but he agreed anyways. "Yep."
"I'm practically perfect - why can't I meet someone who is just like me?"
"I feel the same way." Flame muttered, looking away. But his gaze went back to Cynder again. She heard him.
They both stood up, moved towards each other, and looked at the large mirror hung up by the front door.
They looked perfect….