[Later in the evening, whether answering a knock on her door (to find no one there) or returning home from wherever she may be, Patchouli is going to find a garment box wrapped in festive paper with a bow on it and an envelope taped to the top. The envelope reads "To Patchouli. Do not open until Christmas!" If she opens it now or later, this is what she will find:
In the envelope is a card! It's a fairly generic happy holidays card, though the outside and inside have stickers added. On the inside of the card are some cute little doodles of cats or snowmen or reindeer and a note:
Merry Christmas Patchouli (what a pretty name gosh!) It was really fun talking with you at the party! You're really super nice, so I want to make sure you have a good Christmas! Even if it is just a small thing like this. If you're going to the ball, we should dance together! And even after the ball, we should hang out and talk more, okay?
❤ Mabel!
In the thin garment box is...a stocking? Yes! It's a stocking! It's red with gold trimming and glitter covering it (isn't this familiar), as well as Patchouli's name carefully penned in with what looks like glitter fabric paint. Inside this stocking is what you would expect in any stocking. From the toe to the top, it's filled with candy and a variety of smaller items, such as: a few bracelets, all in braided purple ribbon. One has white beads decorating it, one has baby pink, and one has a full rainbow. She'll also find a pack of soft kitten stickers and a few bottles of pastel colored nail polish in purple, pink, blue and yellow!
Lining the top are five candy canes, neatly hooked over the edge so they are just peeking out!]
For a good five minutes, she sort of sits there re-reading the note and absently staring at the package's contents in a state of emotional turmoil. There's a million things she wants to say, but none of them are right to say to a young child she only knew through awful, bloody circumstances.
This isn't the sort of gift she'd like, usually: she's not one for nail polish (the fumes irritate her sinuses), jewelry is cumbersome to wear when one does as much fighting as she does, and well...stickers are stickers. But this is so sweet she almost wants to cry, from the combination of factors piling up and piling up, and realizing that someone who isn't Remilia or Flandre or Meiling or Sakuya finally managed to worm their way into her grumbly old heart.
The bag's contents will be sitting on her desk from now on, tucked neatly in the corner amidst her piles of papers and books. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Delivery!! 12/22
In the envelope is a card! It's a fairly generic happy holidays card, though the outside and inside have stickers added. On the inside of the card are some cute little doodles of cats or snowmen or reindeer and a note:
Merry Christmas Patchouli (what a pretty name gosh!) It was really fun talking with you at the party! You're really super nice, so I want to make sure you have a good Christmas! Even if it is just a small thing like this. If you're going to the ball, we should dance together! And even after the ball, we should hang out and talk more, okay?
❤ Mabel!
In the thin garment box is...a stocking? Yes! It's a stocking! It's red with gold trimming and glitter covering it (isn't this familiar), as well as Patchouli's name carefully penned in with what looks like glitter fabric paint. Inside this stocking is what you would expect in any stocking. From the toe to the top, it's filled with candy and a variety of smaller items, such as: a few bracelets, all in braided purple ribbon. One has white beads decorating it, one has baby pink, and one has a full rainbow. She'll also find a pack of soft kitten stickers and a few bottles of pastel colored nail polish in purple, pink, blue and yellow!
Lining the top are five candy canes, neatly hooked over the edge so they are just peeking out!]
no subject
For a good five minutes, she sort of sits there re-reading the note and absently staring at the package's contents in a state of emotional turmoil. There's a million things she wants to say, but none of them are right to say to a young child she only knew through awful, bloody circumstances.
This isn't the sort of gift she'd like, usually: she's not one for nail polish (the fumes irritate her sinuses), jewelry is cumbersome to wear when one does as much fighting as she does, and well...stickers are stickers. But this is so sweet she almost wants to cry, from the combination of factors piling up and piling up, and realizing that someone who isn't Remilia or Flandre or Meiling or Sakuya finally managed to worm their way into her grumbly old heart.
The bag's contents will be sitting on her desk from now on, tucked neatly in the corner amidst her piles of papers and books. ]