The firelight flickered over the pale skin of the elf. He was always beautiful, but here, in front of the fireplace, he was perfect. Maybe it was the atmosphere as well as the light, it being Christmas and all. They had turned cheesy music on earlier, tunes they’d never listen to normally. But it had seemed like the right thing to do, when they had been preparing the meal for the evening. It had fit into it, into this day.
Kael had asked Magina if he had any traditions he wanted to keep for Christmas, anything he usually did and wanted to do this year. Anything he wanted to do together with Kael. At first the Anti-Mage had frowned, wanting to dismiss it. He had been chasing mages for decades, he hadn’t had time for Christmas or any traditions. But then he did remember what he had done before that, when he had still been with the monks, at the monastery. The memories always hurt, because it had been a good time, a good life, and because it was forever gone. But in contrast to the time before Magina had met Kael, he at least thought about his childhood now and remembered all the good things he had experienced at the monastery.
“We always cooked together for Christmas. We stood in the kitchen all day, except for the prayers, and everyone helped to prepare the most amazing meal of the year.” At the beginning Magina had been too small to be of much help, but the monks had been ever patient and had taught him.
The Anti-Mage had blushed a little after he had said it, not sure if they could ask the most powerful mage of the world this. “Maybe…” it was just a thought that had popped up in his head then, but Kael had asked. “…we could cook together?”
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