[entranceway] Christmas Gifts 2014

[nascensibility]

Philip LaFresque: A box of calissons, a bottle of something strong, and a book with a note stuck to it that reads: I believe you threw this out a window once. Thought I'd make sure you got a copy back. :) -Evie

Will Graham: A bamboo fly-fishing rod, circa 1935, and a handwritten note that reads Why don't you take me fishing? -Evie

Hannibal Lecter: A bottle of Réserve Calvados and a note: Dinner some time?

Sam Winchester: A new book and an invitation to tea.

Steve Rogers: An Artie Shaw album and a leather-bound sketchbook with a short note inside: A friend of yours told me that you draw. I'd love to see some of your work. -Evie

John Blake: A note that reads: I miss our talks, maybe we could open this eventually? and a bottle of wine.

Bela Talbot: Tea and rum and a formal invitation for an afternoon tipple or two (or three...).

Cecil Palmer: A framed papyrus scroll of the weighing of hearts in the Egyptian Underworld.

Emma Swan: A knife and a message: I know it's more decorative than what you're used to, but I thought we could practise sparring. -Evie

Dean Winchester: A record with a single song on it, a bottle of Glenlivet Reserve and a handwritten note that says We'll always have the bar. -E

Comments

[nascensibility]

Just lucky, I suppose,

[quips the woman who does not believe in luck, sporting an exaggerated grimace and shutting the door behind him. Things - and by things the narration means Evelyn's temper - have had time to cool since the threat of the Jabberwock loomed over them like a stormcloud threatening to turn tornado, a whirlwind that would undoubtedly sweep Wonderland clean as it did the Christmas before this one.

The cuts Sam's Mirror inflicted will leave scars, but none so deep as the one reminding her that she pushed a knife into him before dragging his head up and forcing him to gaze into the looking glass.

None so deep as that.]

[avoirfaim]

I never took you for one who puts much stock in luck.

[ Luck is, after all, the passive man's excuse, and he doesn't find the passive to be worth very much. No, Evelyn's blatant lack of passivity was what made her a friend, even one he was able to forgive to an extent.

Forgiveness is not something he gives away so easily. It's a gift only for those worth something; you should be proud. ]

[nascensibility]

[Evelyn couldn't remain passive if her life depended upon it, which is a recurring theme in her interpersonal relationships and will sadly lead to her third death at the hands of the man she just invited into her rooms.]

Oh? And what makes you say that?

[The mildly-sarcastic bent edging into her tone is a product of Wonderland-induced cynicism, but her delivery is smooth and she retrieves two glasses and a corkscrew, setting all three on the parlour table.]

The lack of a rabbit's foot on my key-fob?