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[silenziosa-odio.livejournal.com]

Holiday apathy should be universally accepted.

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[lenfantperdu.livejournal.com]

*strums mandolin tunelessly*
God rest ye merry, gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember Christ our Saviour
Was born on Christmas Day...

[silenziosa-odio.livejournal.com]

..... *tosses Arsene the bird before turning to walk away.*

[lenfantperdu.livejournal.com]

*skips after Percy*
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray
Ooooooo tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy!
Ooooo tiiiidinggggs of coooomfort and joooooy

Do you know like that one?

[silenziosa-odio.livejournal.com]

No. I don' care for any of them.

*pause*

Why are you singing to me?

[lenfantperdu.livejournal.com]

Did you never like Chirstmas, Percy? Don't you remember the great feasts the lord of the manor would have and how happy everyone was?

*strums*

I am practicing. Or perhaps I am wassailing.

[silenziosa-odio.livejournal.com]

I wasn't invited to feast...Not in ways I cared to be invited. And I don't remember. There was nothing to remember about Christmas...

*snorts*

Why? Do you plan to go caroling?

[lenfantperdu.livejournal.com]

I think you exaggerate. Surely your old life could not have been nothing but gloom. If not Chirstmas, than something else cheery.

*shurgs* Maybe.

[silenziosa-odio.livejournal.com]

Why would you think that? When have you seen a street beggar sitting at the same table of a noblemen?

*frowned* Then carol at someone else.

[lenfantperdu.livejournal.com]

At Chirstmas! But perhaps in England, you did not do that.

*giddy. yes, giddy* I plan to. But I thought you needed the cheering.

[silenziosa-odio.livejournal.com]

In England, I nearly died because I had no food...

*grumbles* Why should I need cheering? And why should singing cheer me?

[lenfantperdu.livejournal.com]

*glumly* Yes, I had times like that as well. But was nothing good?

You seem so melancholy, Percy. I thought perhaps a reminder of all that is good in life would help you.

[silenziosa-odio.livejournal.com]

*Stops and looks at Arsene, distant and unsure.*

I didn't...not really. *Starts to say more, before stopping and turning away.*

There hasn't been anything worth really remembering as 'good'...sorry.

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a big bottle of Tanqueray with a red bow around the neck*

Well, then. I guess I'll just have to find some other little boy who wants a Christmas present...

[silenziosa-odio.livejournal.com]

One: I'm not a little boy...

Two: Give me that. *reaches for the bottle*

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*grins*

Merry Christmas, Percy.

[silenziosa-odio.livejournal.com]

*snatches the bottle away scowling as he does so.*

Fuck Christmas.

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*smiles, a little sadly*

I had a little girl. Annabelle. I used to take her to see the lights at Christmas. She loved that.

[silenziosa-odio.livejournal.com]

....*looks around confused*

Did you misunderstand some part of 'fuck Christmas' as 'tell my your sad story'?

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*quiet for a moment, then shakes his head*

No, Percy.

[silenziosa-odio.livejournal.com]

*tongue in cheek, opening the bottle slowly before frowning, sighing, and handing the bottle over for Anson to take a drink.*

What happened to her?

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*takes the bottle and turns it up, then hands it back*

I lost her. 'cause I'm... *makes a helpless gesture toward his head* I fucked up, did bad things. Court said I couldn't see her again. Couldn't go home anymore.

*shrugs and looks down at his boots*

Don't know where they are now. They moved away.

[silenziosa-odio.livejournal.com]

I never have children...Except Alex, of a sort. I wouldn't know what it is like.

*Takes a drink slowly.*

My statement still stands, Fuck Christmas.

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*nods and smiles, then reaches into his coat pocket for his flask*

Yeah.

*clinks it against Percy's bottle*

Fuck Christmas.

[draconian-fiend.livejournal.com]

There is nothing to celebrate.

[silenziosa-odio.livejournal.com]

Usually the case.