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ELI

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NAME: Eli Azrael
AGE: 40... ish
HOMETOWN: Kingdom of Solterra, Feywild

yo. its eli. hit me up.

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[wormkin]

"Yes. It is similar to a holiday the humans celebrated back in my world. They would decorate trees like this and hang lights from them. Then on the actual day of celebration, they would exchange gifts to show their gratitude for their loved ones." His squirm settles into something pleasant as he steps up next to Eli. "I could not grow trees in my Garden, so we could not join the celebrations in this way."

His gaze goes a little distant as he looks at the tree, memories flickering in light candlelight. "Despite the cold, I much enjoyed wandering through the streets to take in the homes strung with lights and all the shimmering things. It was... magical, I think is the right word. It is nice that the Karterians have a similar tradition."

No Santa Claws, though. How are the Karterians to receive their gifts if there is no Santa Claws to deliver them?

He steps closer, hand winding around Eli's arm as he slots into his side. "I am glad that you like it."

[viciousabyss]

Eli hums thoughtfully at this explanation. Interesting.

"That's sweet. Like you." He leans up into his partner, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"I do. It's charming. And you know I love a little knicknack." He pokes one of the ornaments again, a silvery sphere. "Where did you get all these thingies?"

[wormkin]

That familiar rose scent thickens at the kiss, a happy rustle rolling through his petals. "The Karterians gave them to me. I believe it was due to a tradition of their own, for they stopped to hang their ornaments into my sweaters."

And wrap him in ribbon. And strung popcorn.

He beams in his Cassius way. "I was even gifted a colorful scarf. I have never been gifted so many things before."

[viciousabyss]

"Oh?" Eli raises a brow at this, looking perplexed. Cassius seems pleased by these 'gifts', but...

"They were... Decorating you. Like a tree. Because you're a plant?" A bit of indignant anger sparks in his chest. Those fucking weirdos, treating his boyfriend like an object...