CAN'T MOVE ALLA THIS HERE ☆ christmas cards, o

[redvox.]

REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

If someone asked Vinny whether or not he had noticed Aslisk's various failings at Christmas events... well, he probably would've sheepishly admitted that he had. It was hard not to notice, considering they had usually ended with Aslisk angrily stomping around, causing a ruckus and burning snow or bits of building around her until eventually the ache of her burn wounds caused her to stop. Still, Vox never really found it a good idea to make fun of her about it, because it wasn't as if it was always her fault. After all, the whole burning down her snowman thing had been an accident, and so had the hot chocolate thing. Well, that second one had technically been less of an accident, and more of a case of Aslisk not knowing what the fuck hot chocolate actually consisted of, but still, he wasn't going to hold it against her. Besides, Christmas wasn't about making sure that everything was perfect, despite what some books or old stories might've made people believe. It was a holiday – and really an entire season – about just hanging out with your friends and family, and being generous and caring. In all honesty, that seemed to be the exact opposite of Aslisk's MO, really, but Vin hadn't brought that up at any of these events, not wanting to cruelly flip a switch in the wyvern's head from calm to batshit angry. And sure, perhaps it annoyed Redvox a little that Aslisk came to all of the events, including even the ones that were outside, despite his and others' best efforts to get her to rest off her injuries, but she seemed to still be healing somewhat, at the very least. Even if it was more slowly – although honestly Vin had to wonder what effect her new elementals had on the pain of her burn wounds, if any.

Vinny had been zoning out slightly when Aslisk finally grabbed some supplies for herself, the Harbinger's eyes having been staring straight at the wyvern's tail as he remained stuck inside his head. It had never really struck him before that Aslisk tried so hard not to touch the ground with her tail while she was inside, not only because she hadn't had the flames on her tail for that long, but also because he had just never paid enough attention to pick up on it before. He felt a strange sense of fond warmth at this fact, mainly because it meant that Aslisk did, in fact, give a shit about some part of the Halls of Hiraeth. Well, really, it was obvious that Aslisk gave a shit about the Halls, or else she probably would've left ages ago, but still, this was so uncharacteristically careful for Aslisk that the gat couldn't help the small toothy smile that curled on his face as he noticed it. However, Vinny finally let his attention drift from this fact when he noticed her pick up some of the supplies, stalking off to evidently make a card. He felt a fair bit of surprise at this, mainly due to the fact that he had figured this would be an activity that Aslisk would find no interest in, but it seemed as though he had been wrong. Still, he wasn't unhappy he had been wrong, and he watched curiously from a distance, working on his own little card projects as Aslisk did her scribbling, obviously intensely focused on her task. He tried to catch a glance of what she was writing on the brightly colored paper, but he was too far away for his eyes to quite see it, his vision poor thanks to his bat lineage, the usual exchange of great hearing for terrible sight having been passed down to him. Still, even if he had been close enough to attempt to read it, he wouldn't have understood a lick of it, Aslisk's strange foreign language – especially Aslisk's strange foreign language when written sloppily – making absolutely no sense to him.

The hybrid lifted his head in curiosity again when Aslisk came back to grab some more crayons, returning to her creation to begin drawing on the opposite side. Curiosity gripping him again, the gat finished up one of his several cards before hopping down on his wings and hooves, hobbling over to where Aslisk was intensely focused on her work. The drawings were haphazard and crude, but had obviously been done from the heart, and that was good enough for Vinny. He was prepared to step back and head to his own little corner, but it was at this moment that Aslisk paused, evidently done and admiring her own work. Vin froze for a moment, petrified he was about to get snapped at for coming over and looking, but then an uncharacteristic shudder ran through the Sentinel. Vin felt confusion come over him at this, tilting his head to one side. He wasn't sure if the shudder was from the cold or some feelings that Aslisk was attempting to hide away, but he wasn't given much time to contemplate as Aslisk snatched her card, moving away. Eyes widening a bit, the gat moved after her, saying softly as his short tail twitched behind him, "Aslisk! Er, I mean... Aslisk, what'd ya make a card for? Y'gonna save one f'your family when ya see 'em again?" To Aslisk, she might've seemed hopeless and silly for her homesickness or hope to see her wife and children again, but Vox was far more optimistic than that. He firmly believed that one day Aslisk would see them again, no matter what.