She was not exactly a 'festive person'.
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There was a grumble from the woman to the right, who wore three layers. She was barely recognisable except from the iconic scars and that flipped hairstyle combed back oh-so-nicely, gelled to stay there. Hair strands of sandy blonde covered her right eye, delicately caressing her face in a way that wasn't intruding. A gentle aroma of sandalwood protruded around her, not invading but only just leaning on the side of subtle.
A long coat draped past her hips and danced in the breeze of the cold winters night, her pale hand intertwined with one of a stark difference, visible even in the dark dusk. Boot-covered feet made their way through the unending snow that decorated the floor pearly white, said midnight shoes leaving their imprints as they moved along. Beige thermal trousers kept her legs warm plus the heat in and large, fluffy socks made her feel the warmth of her body; at least more so than before. The sky was less than clear, pollution making it hard to see the spiral arm of their galaxy, the specs of light one called stars or even the glistening moonlight.
They took their time, the person on the right being the one to tumble and gasp as she tried desperately to stay upright. She clawed out at air to try keep her balance, but it was in vain. A seven foot mass of woman came tumbling down, taking the other person, whom was shorter, all the way down and into the snow.
Silence fell, but it only lasts so long. In darkness, there would always be light, and that light was the giggling that swept through the midnight air.
The woman on the left had landed atop of the other’s torso, as if giving the giant a bear hug. Only now they both realised their position, a dark red hue shooting up their cheeks individually. The woman on the left had been wearing a dark blue trench coat and her hair was done up in a rose bun, albeit slightly messy. Alike the other, she also wore thermal trousers, just a navy blue colour.
The two starstruck women had been brought together by an entente of great importance, and they found eachother lost with just a glance. Baby blue eyes gazed through the pearlescent ones. Nothing needed to be said; a mutual understanding had been reached. Polar opposite people had been brought together by not just the understanding two sides had come to, but by care, by respect and most importantly, by love.
The right woman lifted herself up. With a gentle caress of the left one’s cheek, red lips met pale ones, eyes shuttering as they cuddled in the snow. Unwillingly, they pulled back from each other when the right one motioned for left to turn around. Reluctant to stop cuddling, but curious, the left woman turned around. A beautiful view of the city below lit up their eyes, the chapel nearby only slightly blocking the view of the heavenly lights below.
Hands came down upon the left woman’s rib cage, keeping their position as the mentioned woman grinned, looking up into those majestic baby blue orbs…
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Snow was something the Commander had a rather different opinion on. Pulling herself out of reach of the velvet sheets that encapsulated the warmth she felt, she found herself longing for a coffee. With a single thought in her head, she was upright. Only one word was spoken, and said hot drink was being brewed that very moment.
In the time it took for the woman to change into her uniform, the coffee was dispensed into a silver mug. It read ‘Calm Before The Storm’, which the Commander took. She took the mug of searing caffeine from the white holster, wandering forward toward the silver door. She sidestepped to address the fact her platform heels made her look messy, before elbowing the blue panel and stepping out into a large, decorated corridor. She turned to the left…
Something was thrown at her and the Commander looked around, only to look down when there was no threat.
That’s when a small humanoid stumbled back in a blur, falling over onto their back.. The Commander knew that there were no species whose adults were this small, so she guessed this was a child. The woman fell to one knee, young one stepping back. What followed was a calloused, aggressive Commander unholstering a packet of mini pancakes from her pocket; what was even more crazy was that was her breakfast. She proceeded to hand them over happily, giving a smile to the small alien child. Their yellow eyes lit up at the sight, but their scaly hand still shook as they reached forward. They stroked the packet, as if checking if it were real and this were not a dream. That’s when the Commander noticed; their white robes had little detail plus no gold accents, and that indicated an interesting predicament.
An orphan had found its way aboard the starship.
Speaking of which, the baby blue eyes of hers scanned the room, only to meet familiar orbs met those of silver, a silence crossing the hallway. The Commander offered a hand to the supposed orphan, looking up at the Captain with a smile. The orphan was fiddling with the packet of pancakes, trying to open it, and only now had the Commander noticed. A calloused hand reached forward, carefully and slowly opening the packet then pulling away.
The Captain knelt down ahead of them both, and the Commander went stiff. There was an unfamiliarity about being in this situation. A Northern Irish voice suddenly spoke, a massive contrast to the Russian one. “I’ll keep them safe Mira, so long as you keep us safe. It’ll be better to stay away from trouble this Christmas.”
Mira nodded. “They must not - and will not - know, thus we will have our presents in peace.”
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