Author’s Note: This is just a small non-canon glimpse into some future Christmas with my characters.
Isellta sat on the top step of the front porch. He set his feet on the next step down, bunching his knees up.
He looked up at the sky.
The moon was full.
The stars were bright.
The night sky was clear and cold.
He shivered.
The front door opened and closed.
Isellta smiled as the scent of tangerines spiced the air. “Robin.”
“Hey. What’s happenin’? You aimin’ to get sick, sittin’ out here with no coat on?” Robin clomped over to him and sat next to the young fey.
“No. I was waiting for the first snow to fall.”
Robin smiled. “I figured that much. It’s somethin’ you always do.” He gently brushed his knuckles along Isellta’s cheekbone.
Isellta couldn’t help himself. His wings flapped.
“I love seein’ you happy.”
Isellta wrapped his…
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