god_of_the_arena: (warm fuzzy)
Gannicus ([personal profile] god_of_the_arena) wrote2017-01-01 09:21 pm
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Giving Rings [backdated: December 25th]

Gannicus knew the holiday was important to a lot of people in Darrow. It fell about the same time of year as the Roman Saturnalia and it was not far from the solstice his people had celebrated. He knew, now, that people often exchanged gifts this time of year, and he'd thought for quite some time about what he might give Krem and Hild.

His mind kept turning back toward the same thought, despite the weight it might bring. He would just have to be clear about his intentions, especially since he imagined Hild and Krem would both be familiar with what he wanted to give.

For Hild he had a lighter torc, the ends crafted into ash leaves; he also had a bracelet for her. Krem's torc had loose spirals on the ends.

He only hoped the reception went well and took a breath before he knocked on the door.
light_of_the_world: (e08)

[personal profile] light_of_the_world 2017-01-02 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
Hild had little in the way of plans for Christmas proper. Gifts had been purchased and prepared, wrapped up in bright paper and bows. Gift giving was one of those things that Hild genuinely enjoyed. She liked knowing what people liked and the joy at seeing it. For Krem and Gannicus, however, things were a little more complicated. She had never had people in her life quite like them. Not even Cian, because she could not show him the same level of affection that she wanted. She felt clumsy picking out gifts for Gannicus and Krem, and in some small part of her, afraid.

The knock on the door was not a surprise, nor was the sight of Gannicus on the other side of it. Grinning, Hild greeted him with a warm kiss.

"You saved me the trouble of coming to find you," she said lightly. "How kind you are."
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[personal profile] krempuff 2017-01-06 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
The holidays were a slightly strange arrangement for Krem. He had a year under his belt here in Darrow, an understanding of how this function. The form of it was alright, but the meaning was still a mystery, relatively. Even with some explanation, even with the comparison to holidays back in Thedas, Krem wasn't entirely sure how to navigate this time of year, and gift giving.

Still, he tried. He was in the midst of wrapping a present when there was a knock on his door. He kept his hands were they were, frustrated with the paper.

"It's open!"