Hannibal and Jono's house, Christmas

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal and Jono had returned from their honeymoon in time for Christmas Eve, but where most people might have taken a few days to relax, Hannibal was taking the opportunity to cook.

Sparkle had been invited, along with their collective students, and they'd asked that word be passed to anyone who might still be on the island and needing or wanting to spend the holiday with others.

There were eggnog, coffee, lamb, quail, copious roasted vegetables, and desserts in the oven. The fireplaces were lit, and the smells of pine, spices, and roasting meats were everywhere.

Christmas was ready!


[OOC: EVERYONE IS INVITED! If you're around, feel free to drop in. SP is the name of the game, I expect.]

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[sharp_as_knives]

"I can make gravy," Hannibal said. "How much you put on your plate is entirely up to you."

He was not going to be responsible for floating dough boats.

[furnaceface]

//I think you know how I feel about gravy,// Jono replied. After all, he'd had free reign over what went into his mouth for a week. It had been an educational week. //Question now is how I feel about being a noncorporeal mass of psionic awareness in order to have a chance at eating it...//

[sharp_as_knives]

"That is entirely up to you," Hannibal said. "But if you do decide to do it, I want to be there again."

For purely selfless reasons, naturally.

[furnaceface]

//Of that, I have no doubt,// Jono said, sidling up behind Hannibal and wrapping his arms around his waist. //You just want to find out how much of an imprint of you it is you need to leave in me before that mark is there permanently, don't you?//

Without all the inconvenient blowing up that tended to come after.

[sharp_as_knives]

"The thought had occurred to me." Hannibal grinned back at Jono and lifted one of his hands to kiss, leaning back to let Jono's flames wrap around him.

"Also, I adore watching you eat my food."

[furnaceface]

//I adore eating your food,// Jono replied, flames curling between them, up around them both. //Always have. This week was a special occasion, though. I don't think I'd blow myself up for anything less than our marriage or a demonic entity sucking the life out of the people I love.//

It happened more often than one would think.

//Just means I'll have to double down on re-growing what's meant to be there the usual way. Earn it. Yesterday set me back a bit, there.//

Worth it.

[sharp_as_knives]

"An unfortunate byproduct of the process," Hannibal agreed. "But you will get there again. We were making good progress. Meanwhile, I'll attempt not to fall afoul of any demonic entities."

Which he actually said at least half in seriousness. Because Fandom.

[furnaceface]

//Easier t'do than one would think,// Jono grumbled, nuzzling his face into Hannibal's hair. Carefully. The burns tracing their way up over his face were new, after all. Another unpleasant price to pay for a little bit of time spent relatively whole. He sucked it up and dealt with it. Mostly. //I'd say you'd be surprised, but I don't actually think you would be, so much.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal would massage analgesic cream into them later; yet another excuse to have his hands on Jono.

"Very little surprises me, particularly these days," he agreed. "Well, if you're not going to do that, shall I have a bit of what is here for you?"

[furnaceface]

//Please,// Jono replied with a nod. //I'm intrigued enough by it all I'm tempted, you know. Probably best I just ride along on your senses instead. Last thing any guests need is me stumbling in naked from outside just because lamb was on th'menu.//

Merry Christmas, folks?

[sharp_as_knives]

"We could say you're an embodiment of the spirit of Christmas," Hannibal said, his lips twitching. "Or that you're the star for the top of our tree."

[furnaceface]

//Just what I don't need, right there. Spruce needles up the arse.//

Hannibal, that was a terrible plan.

[sharp_as_knives]

That was an awesome plan.

Hannibal laughed. "Or we could always leave clothes on the porch, so you could dress before you came inside."

It wasn't like clothes weren't portable, after all.

[furnaceface]

//Could do that, too,// Jono mused. //I think I'll pass, this time around. What are husbands for, if not piggybacking on one another's senses whenever we're able, anyway?//

It was a totally valid and legitimate question, with these two.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I can think of several things," most not even dirty, "but why not?" He picked up one of the quail legs, toasted Jono with it, and began eating.