or say we're only dreaming;

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❝ don't you dare close your eyes❞
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this is the literal cutest prompt ever

[putsched]

[ the thing about all of your family being brutally murdered is that their properties typically get left alone. maybe people worry about headless ghosts or blood in the walls or god only knows what else--alex just knows that when it's snowing outside and they're trekking through the cold, a house is a house, especially one where the heat might still work.

it doesn't, but the fingerprint lock recognizes him, and the four of them are able to walk into the dark house fairly easily. alex flicks on a light and the place is illuminated, dimly--it's still decorated for christmas, mistletoe in every doorway, boughs of holly on the railing of the spiral staircase, a christmas tree in the corner. it's only been a few weeks since everything went down--of course the servants had already decorated, anticipating his parents arrival.

they never came, but their prodigal son did.

for him, this isn't anything big and fancy; this house is actually on the small side compared to the place where he lived before. but, the kitchens are stocked and with a little help from quinn, they get a crackling fire going in the fireplace, and hot cocoa on the stove. alex is quiet when he holds his cup, leaning on the doorway with mistletoe over his head (though he has yet to notice) as he tries not to think about everything this little house stands for--when quinn passes through the doorway while he stands in it, he tries to move out of her way and freezes.

it's cursed.

of course it is.

muttering: ] God, continuing traditions from the grave [ he looks up, and then at quinn, going for a crooked, jokey grin. ] Sorry, Quinn, you just got parent trapped.

u3u!

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[ Quinn can't recall the last time she did anything remotely close to celebrating Christmas, nevermind decorating for it. so the hose being decked out from bottom to top in lavish decorations and impressive detail, it reminds her that not everyone forgets the holidays so easily.

having been with everyone pretty close to twenty-four hours a day, she takes her time leaving the kitchen, snaps her fingers for the emptied pot of cocoa to wash itself. satisfied, she grabs her cup and heads to the living room with the others. and, really, she should have been paying better attention, she should have noticed something as simple as enchanted mistletoe hanging from above, but she had been far too excited to nestle down into the corner of the sectional couch just out of her reach. ]

Oh, please. You wish.

[ with a roll of her eyes, Quinn snaps her fingers again in an effort to override the enchantment and release it -- to no avail. pursing her lips, eyes narrowed, she looks up at the hanging plant as though it offends her and attempts to, again, release the curse.

nothing.

huffing out a sigh, she finds she can lean far enough to set her mug down, crossing her arms over her chest once she straightens back up. and really, she knows it isn't Alex's fault, but it's still capital-I levels of Inconvenient. ]

Sure were some talented parents, kiddo.