Aceofstars16

“You fell asleep on the couch again.” Noah frowned, huffing softly as a low voice pierced the veil of sleep that blanketed him. His frown deepened when a warm hand pressed against his cheek and he groaned, rolling over in an attempt to ward off the approaching wakefulness and the person causing it. It didn’t work. “Come on, you know you’re going to have a terrible crick in your neck if you don’t get up.” Hands wrapped under his arms, gently pulling him up and away from the warmth of his slumber. “I promise you can go right back to sleep once you’re in a proper bed. You’ll be so grumpy in the morning if I let you stay here.” He finally cracked his eyelids open, squinting as light from the dying fire assaulted his still drowsy eyes. He blinked harshly and glanced around, studying the little tree they’d just decorated with little red and gold ornaments, before his gaze found its way to her. Ruya, firelight casting a golden glow on her bronze features. He still felt so lucky to be

"Enel!" the small boy shrieked. Silence. "Enel, come help me with this!" he tried again. More silence. Avidan turned around from his small ball of snow to the culprit in question, who was spasming frantically in the snow. An utterly confused look on his face, the blond boy asked, "What- what are you doing?" Still throwing himself around, Enel answered, "I'm making a snow angel, can't you tell?" Avidan sighed and continued to scoop up snow in his mittened hands, packing it down before adding more. How did one build a snowman anyway? He could ask Aunt Savannah, but she was always busy with the orphans. Well, all the orphans minus one. Honestly though, he wouldn't mind if Aunt Savannah took back this minus-one orphan, Enel was of no help in this serious task of crafting a snowman. Usually, the courtyard was covered in grass, surrounded by a stone pathway on which various courtiers could usually be seen scurrying around. He and Enel enjoyed having pretend duels or making up stories

Apen was dreaming. He knew it, too. Maybe that's why his dream-self didn't even flinch as he tumbled down the stairs. Thump. Thump. Thump. Wait... the muffled thumping was rapidly sharpening into knocks. He heard a voice call out- Berlyne's, maybe. "Hello-o! You alive in there?" Next thing he knew he was being tackled by an energetic ball of Chara. "wakeupwakeupwakeupit'sChristmasit'sChristmasit'sChristmas!!!" (Yes, this really was shrieked with three exclamation marks.) "Okay, I'm up!" exclaimed Apen, nudging Chara off of him. "ComeonComeon!" "What's the big rush?" he asked. "It's Christmas , silly! We've been waiting all morning for you to wake up. Dad won't let us do anything until 'every member of the household is up and at 'em.'" Chara said, ending with an uncanny impersonation of her father. Apen looked to Berlyne to help him defend himself, but she just arched her eyebrows. "Really, how can you sleep in this late on