On The Seventh Day Of Christmas PV Elsian Finished

Everything was totally fine.

Normal. Boringly so. Fine fine fine.

Even now, he had nothing big planned. No studying. Just a little bit of homework and then freedom for the rest of the night. Just a nice, normal, dinner with Dori. He loved dinner with Dori, it was always great. Never a dull moment, even when conversation turned to a comfortable silence and they just kinda hung out side by side, or across from each other, doing their own thing. It was always wonderful.

Always!

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So why did he feel so damn nervous?

The hug wasn’t surprising. He could see it coming. Knew it was coming, but he still had to fight down the twitch in his limbs as he hesitated. Just for a moment. Maybe as long as the second between one breath and the next. Before he was returning the hug, soft before finally melting into it. “Fine,” he grumped without heat, “no questions…”

A pause.

“Not even 1?” He whined, but it was clear to see he was just being cheeky with the smile trying to spread on his face. Hidden in the others neck as he stifled a laugh if the other gave a funny or unimpressed look back.

He wouldn’t ask even though he was aching to get a clear answer. To make sure. To not let his hopes get too high with each day they kept giving him gifts to a countdown, sharing those little moments and glances. But even if he was wrong. Even if…even if he was just being a silly anxious fool. Pretending, for at least a little bit… wouldn't hurt…

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…Right?

Elsian had to banish the thought away as they sat down, fighting for his life as he struggled to meet their eye. It was hard. He felt off balance, nervous, something like guilt nipping at his heels for trying to pretend things were normal yet also, not doing more somehow. He settled for pretending this was the only way it could be. After all, Dorion would run if he asked any questions right? What else could he do but enjoy the moment? To pretend things were as usual and he wasn’t internally freaking the hell out wondering if Dorion might’ve somehow, against all odds, lik-

His face flushed with heat as their hands brushed, Dorions head brushing his shoulder while they focused on their food.

No! No no no no no!

They were asking him a question. What was the question?

He ducked his head, messy hair hanging in his eyes as he picked up is cup to focus on the drink. Hide the blush behind the cup. His foot kicked out harshly against one of the other students across from him, sending a shit eating grin. He knew he landed a solid hit by the way they winced and glared back at him and it was enough of a distraction to fight down the flustered feeling from before as he gave a lazy, halfhearted explanation of his plans. Gifts for his friends. Sending a letter to parents. A brief mention that he wanted to give Dori their gift on Christmas night instead of morning if that was ok…

It all came to an end far too soon. Yet also felt like an eternity.

He honestly felt troubled by the way he felt a brief wave of relief as they began to part. But could he really be blamed? He felt like a love struck fool! Hell, he’d acted like a love struck fool!


What would happen if Dorion didn’t-

What if he made things-

“Y-yeah,” he smiled weakly as he leaned into the touch, it could be played off for his the usual tiredness, “night Creampuff.”

He watched them go, waving lazily as they disappeared with their other friends…

And immediately let his head slam into the table, face planting with a miserable, embarrassed groan. “Ugh…” Somebody patted his head, and he looked up, face half buried in one arm with the other covering his head as if to block out everything. It was one of his friends being a total tool, wiggling their eyebrows as they swooned into one of the other guys passing by and he scowled, sitting up to reach across the table to try and take a swipe at them before they ran off with a laugh.

“Damn it…”

He fell back onto the bench with a thump, flipping him off for good measure before grabbing the newest bag left behind. Because he might’ve been having a crisis but he was bloody curious alright?!

Riffling through the bag helped to sooth his nerves a little bit. Something to focus on. A nice surprise to enjoy. Hopefully one that wouldn’t have him burning up and making a fool of himself-!

Oh! It was Tea!

He blinked, a bit surprised but pleasantly so as he quickly began to riffle through the bag to pull out, what he could only assume, would be 6 more of the same. And he was right!

Oh it’d been so long since he was given tea. Not already made tea either like when meals were served, he meant special blends for him to brew. For him to prepare, or at the very least get a friend to prepare if he was feeling extra lazy.

A touch excited he began to flip over the little tags detailing the different blends, grinning as he read over them.

The first-

To Find Rest: Chamomile, decaf vanilla (black tea), lavender lemon (herbal blend), lavender flower inclusions… Well, Elsian wasn’t going to deny another excuse for more sleep. Obviously if he was being given this it meant Dorion agreed he needed more sleep and naps!

The second. To Find Energy: Chocolate chai (pu-erh tea), Peppermint (herbal), chocolate chips… He turned over the small tin, finding it a little funny. He supposed, if it worked, he’d be drinking a lot of this particular tea to get through studying and all nighters.

A 3rd tin, with the words: To Find Me. Hibiscus (black tea), strawberry (white tea), rose hips…A small, fond laugh. It was cute. Endearing. And would be great if it actually worked next time Dorion ran away from him of all things!

A 4th. To Find Peace: Almond (rooibos), hojicha (green tea), lemon balm….one he most certainly needed, for he’d seemed to know little peace recently.

The 5th. To Find Health: Turmeric Bliss (herbal with mango and orange), hisbiscus (black tea), ginger root. Something told him he’d really enjoy this one. And Merlin knew he’d need something to help with the dangers of Quidditch…

The 6th tin, To Find Something Comforting: Christmas (black tea spiced blend), caramel (black tea), cream (black tea), sprinkles (yes, sprinkles)... Oh he couldn’t wait to try this one. Maybe he could share it with some of his friends closer to Christmas?

One by one he looked through the tags on the tins cluttered atop the table before putting them away until he reached another one.

The last one.

To Find Something Adventurous.

But there was nothing there.

A mystery. Maybe a silly game? Something he’d have to drink before asking what was in it.

He squinted at the words, thoughts spinning, and an idea forming in his head. Slowly he smirked, tucking the tin away as he sat up. He knew exactly when to ask about the flavor.