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"How can a snowman never have celebrated Christmas?" Keegan demanded of her husband.

"Iceman Kee, and I've got that always winter never Christmas thing pretty much down pat," came the cool response from her side.

The Lord and Lady of Fire & Ice were strolling through one of the largest shopping complexes in the realm of fae searching for Christmas decorations.

By right, they could have had the center cleared for them, but the screams and scramblings of frightened patrons as they made way for the couple was simply too amusing to pass up.


Keegan leaned on her shopping cart and smiled serenely as a pair of flaming flannel longjohns drifted down to her from the upper levels. How amusing tribute could be.

Today, the Flame Queen was outfitted in red, white, and green Christmas apron with matching leggings, mittens, and reindeer slippers. All were former presents from Brom who advocated wholehearted participation in Christmas cheer. She sighed. When Kyriel was born she had made the decision to leave him, thinking to content herself with her husband and somethime lover...It didn't work. She yearned for him and his lively green eyes now more than ever, and if Victor had noticed the growing assortment of coconuts littering their home, he had been wise enough to keep quiet.

Victor, who had been watching the ongoing chaos with a certain professional pride, looked down at his wife, snickering slightly at her outfit.

Keegan froze, and inclined her head just a fraction of an inch in Victor's direction. Her hair stirred slightly, almost alive in its movement.

"Have you problems with my attire my Lord Popsicle?" She asked sweetly.

Victor, who recognized this pose as Keegan at her worst almost broke a sweat...almost.
"Umm...no, of course not..."

"So that derisive snicker, that left your pasty lips would not have been directed at my Christmas cheer correct?"

"Y-es, yes M'am."


"Oh good," said Keegan, her hair returned to normal and she resumed walking. "I would have had to end you."




Victor kept a respectful distance from his mate for the rest of the excursion. Until, of course, she made her fateful proclimation.

"I see nothing here, we must enter the mortal realms."

"Go shopping in the mortal realms?" Victor asked with mild surprise. "But...those heathens use plastic."

"Maybe so, but I've heard alot about a store called Target."

"From who?"

Brom had told her about it, but she wasn't about to tell him that. "Around" she mumbled.

He thought for a moment. "Are you sure it's Target and not Targe"

"Target! TARGET! Like on a Bullseye, and you may want to put on a shirt."

Victor looked down. He was always too warm outside of his realms so he had taken to wearing only breeches. "Why?" he asked bemusedly.

"Because humans don't have wings."

He thought on this for a moment more. "Why not just kill them and take what we want?"

"Haven't you ever thought of waiting to kill someone until you've found out if you like them?"

Blank Look

"Maybe only the stupid and annoying people should die and you should leave the rest alone."

Blank Look

"Come on Victor, it's Christmas!"

Long silence & Blank Stare

"Just go put on a shirt."