Those Snowy Days [MPC-Holiday]

     This was the first time Amelie spent Christmas with a family that wasn't her own. Interesting, considering it was her second year in Tokyo, but... she'd rather not recount how her first year's Christmas had been.

     Kinda unreal, huh? How from one year to the next, things had taken such a dramatic turn. And, in all honesty? She couldn't be more happy about the development; well, she technically could, but that implied that a certain female redhead stopped hating her guts. Sadly, Amy thought that not even a Christmas miracle would be able to accomplish that.

     "Thanks for letting me come with you, Mom!" As the brunette made sure that she looked her absolute best for such an occasion, a holosuited digimon sat in the bed behind her, pretty much bouncing with unbridled excitement. Both humans knew that bringing her to the family gathering could be very risky, but... Asher had been surprisingly okay with that. Talk about carefree!

     "What did we talk about, Loire?" That comment was uttered while one of Amelie's hands went towards a brush. It wouldn't take long for her to be ready.

     "You're no fun, M-Amy. Why can't I call aunt Piper, Grandpa, and Grandmom by their names?"

     Firstly, because everyone except maybe Holly would probably have a heart attack on the spot, which was maybe an acceptable thing in Piper's case. And secondly, because those weren't really their names. But that was a detail, right?

     "We've talked about this already. The condition for you to go to his house on Christmas was for you to behave. You don't want to let him down, do you?"

     The smaller brunette shook her head fiercely. "I'll make D-Asher proud, I promise!"

     "Attagirl."

     Sometimes, the fact that the digimon loved her 'father' so much that letting down or making him proud could be used as a bargaining chip in order to get her to behave was amusing to Amy. On others... she kinda wished that she appreciated the 'parent' that hung out with her most of the time a little more! But that wasn't something to be discussed at the moment.

     It took Amy five or so more minutes before she was done with the finishing touches of her attire and appearance, and soon enough, both females began to make their way outside the apartment, even though not before getting the bag where everyone's presents were!

     Luckily, the trip towards the Callum residence would proceed without many issues, and soon, the two girls would find themselves next to its threshold. The only thing left was for Amy to ring the doorbell.

     Yet... she was seemingly hesitating. Considering it was just the last step to take, it should be easy, right? Not very, apparently.

     "Amy?" Loire spoke somewhat softly. Had she realized what was the situation? "Everything will go well. I promised you already, didn't I?" A genuine smile and a hug directed at the taller female's waist followed suit.

     "Yeah... you're right." That was way more reassurance than needed! The button was pressed immediately afterward.

     A smile slowly began to take over Amy's features. Unwittingly, she had discovered two things about Loire in those instants; that being sharp ran in the family and... that she couldn't really complain about not being loved by her.

     Perhaps one of the best presents she could get for this ocassion.

Far, far north of the world, further north than one would think any being would bother to visit, a single being was in fact, there, gently paddling his way across the frigid ocean. Governor the Parvamon was not exactly immune to the cold, but he was quite resistant - and, the water was his element, invigorating him enough that the cold mattered even less.

Everyone was celebrating Christmas some way. For Governor, he just wanted to take a break, to spend some time alone. Thus, three month or so ago, he had jumped into the ocean, and began swimming north. He kept doing so, for hours a day, sometimes throughout the entire day. He caught food fresh when he needed to, and let the currents carry him when he needed some sleep or rest. Eventually, about two weeks ago, he had reached these desolate, frigid waters, where he could finally find some solace. There were no human nor Digimon here, and the animals mostly ignored him. It does make sense after all - beasts are simple-minded creatures, that would surely avoid something unknown like him.

Governor snickered a little bit on the inside. Well, that was the only way he could snicker actually, given that he could not speak. Unlike other mutes, it was programmed into him the lack of any voice modulator, at all, so he had absolutely no ability to make sounds from his mouth.

Well no, that was not entirely true. But, for the sake of practicality, yes, yes it is.

Sigh.

Governor let out a breath, emptying his lungs to reduce his buoyancy. Almost immediately, he began to sink into the water, letting it cover him fully. It was an amazing feeling, letting the ocean swallow him. Governor let go of all control, letting the ocean take him where it may. Right here, the undercurrents were almost non-existent, and Governor ended up just slowly descending, further and further into the pitch black nothingness of the arctics. Governor watched as the sunlight penetrating the ocean grew fainter and fainter, until it was almost non-existent.

This was the scariest part - the shift to perfect nothingness, where he could not tell one direction from another.

Governor, out of nowhere, spun his body - first to the left, then to the right. Forwards, backwards, and in all manners of directions. He was just thrusting his body round and round. Then just as suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, and immediately began to try and determine his orientation.

The spinning had completely lost him the ability to tell up from down, and the pitch blackness made it impossible to tell from the surroundings.

Governor loved this feeling. He let the sensations in his body reorient themselves, until finally, he felt it. He was upside-down.

Whoops. How fun though.

Governor re-oriented himself before he could dizzy himself, and smiled. How did such simplicities of life be so much fun?

Perhaps it is because of the nature of his being. Governor was born for war, born to protect, born to uphold the law. But that was what he was born to do, not what he found to be entertaining. What was… were the more simple things in life.

In a cold, desolate land far, far north, where snow fell year-round, there sits a small, quaint wooden cabin. This cabin, was home to Wisconsin, a Digimon that was shunned by the world. Which was why a long time ago, after wandering the world, she had decided to finally accept the truth, and settle down where no one could hurt her. Here, away from the hatred and ostracization, she was happy. Today was Christmas Eve, and she was dancing around the house to a tune from the radio, though where it got its signals from, no one could say.

While outside of her cabin, the wind howled and the snow buffeted the little house, inside was quite a different scene. Wisconsin had set up the fireplace, which constantly filled the interior of the house with warmth. Next to the fireplace sat a little table and a lounge chair. A hot cup of coffee sat on the table, steam still rising from it.

A single Christmas tree adorned the center of the house, rising so high that with the star adorned on top, it touched the very ceiling of the house itself. No presents were under the tree unfortunately, for she forgot to get some for herself. Around the house were adorned other Christmas decorations, from stockings over the fireplace, to little elven figurines, depicting scenes of toy-making for Santa Claus. Snowmen, little miniature Christmas trees, and other Christmas/winter-related decoratives filled the remaining spaces.

There was no bed in this house. She did not need one, not with the comfy chair next to the fireplace that she often laid in.

Right now, the music was shifting to a slow ballad, and Wisconsin shifted her dancing with it. Slow, but deliberate movements she made, adding a few spins here and there as the song dictated it. Round and round the Christmas tree she danced, slowly and deliberately. Then, the next song played, and it was now a faster, more joyful one. So she picked up her pace, though always making sure to keep her moves deliberate. That was one of the most important aspect of most dance styles - regardless of what you do, you had to look like you were doing more than just going through the motions.

On and on she danced, on and on to the tunes that she set, until late into the morning when the radio finally gave in for the night, and Wisconsin flopped onto the lounge chair, exhausted.

In her awkward flopped downness, she watched the flames from the fireplace, entranced by its flickering lights as it slowly died down. She contemplated adding more firewood, but was just too exhausted. So she just kept staring at it.

Until suddenly, she woke up, and morning light was shining into her cabin. The fire had completely died down, not even smoldering. Wisconsin had fallen asleep without even realizing it.

Slowly, she got up from the chair, yawned and stretched, and walked over to the fireplace. Her body was aching from her awkward sleeping position, but otherwise she felt absolutely refreshed. Wisconsin tossed firewood into the fireplace, then pressed a button next to the fireplace to electronically stoke the fire. This wasn't 1900 anymore, there were automatic lighters one can inbuild into the fireplace.

Once she got the fire going, she got up, turned around, and was surprised to see a present under the tree. A present in bright red wrapping with green ribbons.

Odd.

She went over and tore the present open. Her face lit up in delight when she saw what was inside, a red and green scarf.

Happily, she put it on, checked herself in the mirror, and, when ready… well, it was time.

She gave the house one last look, before opening the door and leaving it, not to return for a very long time...

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