Just today, he’d fallen so much more in love with you than he thought possible, and if you wanted your soulmate, who was he to deny you? He tugged on your arm, wordlessly offering a pound to the vendor. Douxie saw you looking at it, sobered by the reminder you were both promised to complete strangers. As you were heading back to the castle, you passed a holly berry stall. The day was coming to a close, the sun once again a deep vermillion, the snow reflecting it like gems.
You both walked on, catching your breath and coming down from the high. You looked at each other, breathless smiles lingering on your faces as the song changed once more. Douxie kept your hand in his, allowing your arms to fall to your sides. You absently continued the dance, happiness clouding the passage of time. His hands were warm and firm on your midsection, the heat replaced with a chill as he set you down. Douxie’s laughter rang in your ears, lingering just like the feeling of his fingers intertwined with yours. Your clothes fluttered and for a moment, you were weightless. When the vocalist reached the line “lifted her high into the air”, Douxie broke his hand away from the person opposite you, lifted you by the waist, and spun. Hisirdoux couldn’t stop looking at your joined hands, sometimes lifting his gaze to your eyes closed in a laugh. Laughter mixed with the joyful notes of the flute. Claps and stomps interrupted the smooth movement of the ring. His excitement sent a wave of courage through him and he slipped his fingers from yours, instead grabbing you by the wrist to drag you to the open space. Douxie bounced on his heels, recognizing the tune as The Bear and the Maiden Fair. The vocalist started up again, solo for a few lines until the band swelled. Soon enough, you made it to the musicians, seeing the space before them where a group was dispersing as the song ended. He pulled you from the daggers you were eyeing, making a note of which you lingered on before pulling you close and weaving through the other partygoers. Lively music came from the town square and Douxie wasn’t about to miss the chance to dance with you. Just two apprentices walking hand in hand, browsing stalls, eating together, and enjoying one another's company.ĭouxie heard something on the wind and perked up. The baker gave a soft smile and handed you two of the high coveted baked goods, bidding you both a happy Christmas. Reaching the front, Douxie’s protests fell on deaf ears as you swatted his hands away, insisting you’d pay. A fiery blush rose to his ears when he registered your fingers lacing with his while you waited in line. You slid your hand down his forearm and grasped his cold fingers, pulling him towards the source of the heavenly aroma.
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He covered his pale face with his free hand, too embarrassed to bear seeing you fight a rising smile. His stomach let out a mighty grumble, a testament to how he’d been working for longer than you and likely hadn’t eaten lunch yet. That is, until, the smell of sweet buns reached him. Archie and your familiar were already deep in conversation, but you and Douxie were struggling. The first few minutes were unsure, both of you fishing for ideas on what to do first. Your hawk familiar landed on your raised knee and began to preen themself, looking at you smugly through pristine feathers. Did your soulmate also worry they’d fallen in love with the wrong person? You shook your head, clearing your mind at the sound of wingbeats. You’d already met your soulmate and they thought about you often. You’d accepted you loved Douxie after that night bathed in twilight and lonely smiles, but you felt so incredibly twisted about it. The only feeling behind this gift was love. As you worked, sentences curled up your arms and swirling letters kissed the base of your fingers. It wasn’t perfect, but it’s the thought that counts. The small wooden cat-dragon only needed his hind leg to be freed from its timber prison. You placed the cider on the table next to the window you were sitting in and picked up the small wood block you were fashioning into a present for Douxie. He invited you to join them, but you opted to celebrate it yourself.
You took a deep breath of the crisp air and let it out in a contented sigh, taking a sip of the warm cider your master bought you before he left to celebrate with his family. The ground sparkled a bright white and children’s laughter rang through the air.
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