'tis the season

[beathach]

Who: Hank, Raven, Charles, and Erik
Broadcast: none
Action: Corona
When: Forward-dated to after Christmas

[docking at the hotel had been something of a godsend. Originally he was going to attempt to cook himself, but with all of the restaurants at the hotel available, he opted to choose one of them instead. Likely for the best, because he wasn't the greatest cook.

He'd done his research, however, and the dinner - while nothing overly fancy - still had some traditional Christmas and Hanukkah foods - or at least, as close as they could get to them, all things considered. He tried, okay.

But it was a holiday dinner for the four of them, and that was the most important part. It was a first for their family, after all]

Comments

[axiomed]

[ Wanting anything is the best start. Better than promises, than vows. The future was both certain and uncertain in many ways. Hank's new found resolve to move forward made Charles wonder if he would - or could.

Erik will be the death of him someday, he thinks to himself. It feels irrefutable. Fixed. No matter what they do here, it won't matter. It never seems to. And Charles feels utterly hopeless in his own feelings, just like this place. Unchanging, unyielding in his own belief.

So instead he says. ]

It'll be our new adventure.

[ He congratulates himself on his voice not cracking. ]

[exothermia]

[An adventure. It seems fitting, when all is said and done. Adventures are perilous, fraught with dangers both seen and unseen. Erik thinks he knows a few of them, and there are likely others he has yet to think of. And no one knows how they will end. Only that they start somewhere, in search of something.

Erik blinks a couple of times, his gaze drifting down to the table before he looks back up. He nods, in lieu of any words, some resolution curling his thoughts.

He can only try.]

[axiomed]

[ Charles quickly swipes his eyes with his thumb before smiling. ]

[exothermia]

[Erik smiles back, faint but genuine.]

[axiomed]

I should - get going. It's late.

[ And he feels that his own feelings are swelling up and Charles will say something he'll deeply regret. ]

[exothermia]

All right. I'll see you tomorrow.

[Despite the fact that their rooms are next to each other, Erik will let Charles go first.]

[axiomed]

[ He nods quietly before maneuvering his chair, lost in his own thoughts. ]