My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
Maeve covers Edmund's eyes with her hands, walking him slowly towards their small sitting room where a fire is crackling in the hearth, a small tree decorated and complete with presents wrapped in shiny paper beneath it. "I know it's a little early, but I've never really been one for tradition." Maeve says with a soft laugh, finally uncovering his eyes so he can see what she's set up for them.
There is a pallet of blankets across the floor complete with many fluffy pillows to sit on and lean against, a large tray of cookies rests on the table, and hot chocolates sit steaming in mugs just waiting to be enjoyed. "I thought we'd have our own little celebration together. What do you think, starlight?"
There is a pallet of blankets across the floor complete with many fluffy pillows to sit on and lean against, a large tray of cookies rests on the table, and hot chocolates sit steaming in mugs just waiting to be enjoyed. "I thought we'd have our own little celebration together. What do you think, starlight?"
Maeve
