FB3X Drabble Cascade #41 - Christmas
Title: Peace and Love (G at this point)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 200
Prompt: Christmas
Set in Wizard’s World again. *grins* I blame Meridae for starting it up again.
The quiet was broken only by the crackling snap from the hearth. Close enough for warmth but not too close for danger, the basket held the small furry bodies under a fluffy soft blanket. It was pleasant in the dimness of the room, Balthazar thought as he lazed back waiting for his two lovers to return from making sure the other litters of kitten-familiars were all settled for the night. Settling the older kittens couldn’t have been easy but the tromping through the cold crystalline out-of-doors; pointing out that bird or that icicle or how the fir tree limbs bent down providing shelter for the forest’s creatures, magical and non; had probably worn them out, he hoped. He’d done his bit with the kittens while warm treats were being assembled for their return.
It was all a clever plot to ensure that the three of them could share some quality time together.
After Christmas there was a lull before the build up to New Years. They had learned to start their Yule celebrations early. Prior planning was important with kittens in the house, inquisitive kittens, who really didn’t need to know that their Papas’ love extended past kisses and hugs.
Title: Peace and Love (G at this point)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 200
Prompt: Christmas
Set in Wizard’s World again. *grins* I blame Meridae for starting it up again.
The quiet was broken only by the crackling snap from the hearth. Close enough for warmth but not too close for danger, the basket held the small furry bodies under a fluffy soft blanket. It was pleasant in the dimness of the room, Balthazar thought as he lazed back waiting for his two lovers to return from making sure the other litters of kitten-familiars were all settled for the night. Settling the older kittens couldn’t have been easy but the tromping through the cold crystalline out-of-doors; pointing out that bird or that icicle or how the fir tree limbs bent down providing shelter for the forest’s creatures, magical and non; had probably worn them out, he hoped. He’d done his bit with the kittens while warm treats were being assembled for their return.
It was all a clever plot to ensure that the three of them could share some quality time together.
After Christmas there was a lull before the build up to New Years. They had learned to start their Yule celebrations early. Prior planning was important with kittens in the house, inquisitive kittens, who really didn’t need to know that their Papas’ love extended past kisses and hugs.