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[ Evie is more than aware that Elsa can and has made her own clothes with her abilities, but that's not going to stop Evie from custom making her a dress, too. It's how she shows she cares. And she wrapped it in a nice box with silver and white wrapping paper.
The dress is perfect for spring, the blue in it more eggshell than ice, and it'll fit Elsa perfectly. It's floor length, lighter than a feather, and has a subtle shimmer to it that looks just like running water in a lovely stream. The neckline is modest, nothing too flashy, and the sleeves are off-the-shoulder. There are also a few handmade hair pins to go with it, a small snow-white lily adorning the ends.
And a note.
Enjoy! I hope you like it.
--E. ]
The dress is perfect for spring, the blue in it more eggshell than ice, and it'll fit Elsa perfectly. It's floor length, lighter than a feather, and has a subtle shimmer to it that looks just like running water in a lovely stream. The neckline is modest, nothing too flashy, and the sleeves are off-the-shoulder. There are also a few handmade hair pins to go with it, a small snow-white lily adorning the ends.
And a note.
Enjoy! I hope you like it.
--E. ]
[There's an oblong box waiting at Malcolm's door with a note.]
I thought you might like this. - Edrisa
[Inside Malcolm finds this.]
I thought you might like this. - Edrisa
[Inside Malcolm finds this.]
[ It's a card. Dollar store, so probably not that amazing, and inside the card that has a cheesy-cartoony-lookin' Santa on it that appears to be shouting HO HO HO! MERRY CHRISTMAS! Charlie's written a note:
Sorry for the lack of gift. Rent was due. I'll make you a home-cooked meal some night. That, at least, I'm good at. And good for.
How's that sound?
--Charlie McG ]
Sorry for the lack of gift. Rent was due. I'll make you a home-cooked meal some night. That, at least, I'm good at. And good for.
How's that sound?
--Charlie McG ]
Glenn hasn't had any reason to celebrate for a long, long time, but the chrono on his ship notifies him of the date all the same. Eyeing the gift he'd wrapped the night before, he gives the object a decent stare. Its paper is thicker than most would use for wrapping paper, dyed in brush strokes of various colored inks in different opacities. When unwrapped without being torn, orchestrated by unraveling the thin ribbons laced through reinforced holes, it's a simple abstract piece.
But the paper isn't necessarily the only gift, but what remains in the large, rectangular box beneath.
And once he's able to spare the time, and Thrawn isn't busy, he presents the gift to him, cheeks faintly pink.
"...This is for you."
But the paper isn't necessarily the only gift, but what remains in the large, rectangular box beneath.
And once he's able to spare the time, and Thrawn isn't busy, he presents the gift to him, cheeks faintly pink.
"...This is for you."
[ Whether she knows you personally or not, she’s bound to have something for you. ]
( ooc: he’s bound to be a little... shy about receiving presents and might forget to give some himself. he’s very duty-oriented. )
[A meeting such as this is only possible in dreams.
Here: a wide, green field under a blue sky, the spring breeze bearing the scent of fresh flowers. At the distance, past a forest at the edges, is a familiar castle. In the plain's center is a flat slab of stone, bearing a box decorated with silver filigree and a blue ribbon. Its contents are yet to be determined, for this is the design of its maker.
Both this present and the field are arranged to be an unobtrusive invitation: its giver watches invisible, wondering if its intended recipient will cross this distance. He will not be offended if this King from a distant world passes by without a glance. Neither will he refuse to appear if he is called.
Well then, O King of Knights. Shall we meet in the realm of dreams?]
Here: a wide, green field under a blue sky, the spring breeze bearing the scent of fresh flowers. At the distance, past a forest at the edges, is a familiar castle. In the plain's center is a flat slab of stone, bearing a box decorated with silver filigree and a blue ribbon. Its contents are yet to be determined, for this is the design of its maker.
Both this present and the field are arranged to be an unobtrusive invitation: its giver watches invisible, wondering if its intended recipient will cross this distance. He will not be offended if this King from a distant world passes by without a glance. Neither will he refuse to appear if he is called.
Well then, O King of Knights. Shall we meet in the realm of dreams?]
sorry for the wait! holiday stuff, but yes, yes, always room for Merlin! ♡
holyswordwielder
- 2020-12-30 04:12 (UTC) - ExpandThe Grinch | How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2000)
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2020-12-25 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ The Santa-suited Grinch doesn't give you anything, and if it is, it's a moldy grocery bag filled with tin cans. Rather, he very casually walks by you and takes whatever present you got, calling out as he walks away: ]
THANK YOU!
THANK YOU!
[Glenn is actually very shocked to have something of his just yoinked out of his hands. So instead, Glenn chases after him, at least six tentacles erupting from his arms and back to deftly snatch his gift back from the thieving green man. And if they can't grab the gift, they grab the Grinch by the arms and waist, instead. His strength is not one to trifle with, and immensely sturdier than steel.]
No. That belongs to me. Please return it.
[Then, confused, he adds,] I could make something for you, though. If you want.
No. That belongs to me. Please return it.
[Then, confused, he adds,] I could make something for you, though. If you want.
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