"Come on, are you nearly done yet?" Masa grumbled, staring down at the mass of ribbons and stars with a frown. "You've been at this for hours."
He picked at a random curl atop a present only to have his hand slapped away.
"I would have had this finished sooner if you'd chosen to help instead of just standing there with that miserable look on your face," Munryeo retorted. "Besides, there's so many people I want to give gifts to. We have many friends, Masa, despite what you think."
"Friends?" the mercenary scoffed. "Really? Like who?"
Munryeo frowned and paused in his fussing to level Masa with an unimpressed look. "The Queen, for starters."
"She had us thrown in jail," Masa objected. "And let's not forget the warrant she currently has out for our arrest."
Munryeo shook his head and turned back to his gift. "Yes, well, you do insist on antagonising her. Tobias?"
"He's your childhood friend, not mine. Last time we met I slapped him in the face."
"Oh, didn't you know about that..?"
"Good grief, no wonder he was hesitant when I said we'd be visiting," the priest muttered under his breath. Brightly coloured paper crumpled in his hands. "Okay then, Narwyn."
Masa stood from his reclined position with a sigh. "He's seen more of you naked than I have. I don't like him."
The mercenary gave a casual shrug. "What?"
Munryeo buried his face in his hands and sunk into the plush sofa. He felt the cushions dip and peered through his fingers to see Masa slide down beside him, pressing their shoulders together and gently removing the traces of paper and ribbon from his lap. He shot the mercenary a dirty look.
"It's been said," Masa smiled, unconcerned. "But you wouldn't have me any other way."
Munryeo snorted and turned back to his presents. He could feel his partner's gaze on him but couldn't bring himself to meet it, suddenly aware of the thick silence, the warmth. His fingers fiddled with the loose end of a ribbon, folding and curling, twisting.
"You do though, you know."
Masa's voice seemed to come from far away and when Munryeo finally looked over he saw the mercenary's gaze was distant. A heavy weight settled over his hand and Munryeo grasped it without thinking.
"Have me, I mean," Masa continued, still looking only at the flames dancing in the fireplace.
Munryeo glanced down at the hand folded over his, the warmth that contrasted so wildly with the chill of his own skin.
"I do," he answered slowly. "And it's enough."
My babies. *sobs*
I want to congratulate myself on getting this up before Christmas but we all know better, don't we? This is last year's
Christmas picture. I fail hard sometimes. But still, it's up now and I want to wish you all a Merry Christmas! Because you guys are awesome ♥
Hope you have a good one! By the way, Narwyn is Munryeo's doctor. He's not a pervert XD
---Masa & Munryeo
To the Soul © Laura Hunt / Gasarasrevolution