airshipswank | + Christmas Gift Post 2013 +

+ Christmas Gift Post 2013 +

[ All gifts will be delivered to the giftees doorsteps, elegantly handwritten cards with festive well-wishes, the duke's signature, and a brief message included.

Reaction threads, with or without Buckingham's involvement, welcome! ]

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[ A pair of shoes, delivered with the following note: ]

I'd not wish to see your old boots perish without replacement. Call on me, should you desire to purchase a suitable ensemble to accompany these.

[Much thanks.

Very shoes.

Wow.]

[ Ah, such joy! Don't toss them about with too much excitement now, there may still be something hidden within them. ]

[THIS IS...........ACCEPTABLE.]

[ A fashionable ensemble, delivered with the following note: ]

I have the utmost faith that you shall impress him yet.

[A package hits his feet as he opens his door. A present? It's not his birthday, he's sure, so it must be for the Yuletide celebration the mansion seems to have embraced. He didn't know presents were a thing, though. He'll never say no to one.

He takes the package back into his room and opens it, frowning slightly at the note. The clothing certainly isn't his style, and it's from Buckingham, so he doesn't really trust that it's not poisoned or something, but the idea is nice enough, he supposes. He...appreciates it. (Ew.)

The note, though. The note is confusing. Does Buckingham know about Luke's infatuation? Or is he simply being the jerk D'Artagnan knows he's capable of being? The world may never know. Still, he writes a letter of thanks and sticks it on Buckingham's door.]

[ Tragically Buckingham barely even knows about Luke's existence, yet he has fired shots into deeper darkness and hit a mark, and he could think of no immediate truth to tease the boy with instead. So he hopes for an interesting reaction, which remains tragically missing from the note.

And yet the note itself is there, and clearly encourages an immediate response. ]

You wear your wardrobe looser than it ought to be, though as luck would have it our magical supplies have a way of tailoring by sight alone. Still, you must let me know how it suits you.

[He must be doing this to mess with him. Of course he is. They're not friends. Not at all. By all rights, they still hate each other.

Right?

Then why has Buckingham taken an interest in his clothing?]

I thank you for the consideration, but I assure you my clothing suits me well.

[A pause.]

But I'll be sure to let you know. If I ever wear it.

[What? He doesn't want to be rude.]

[ Well enough, though only a thin smile will hint at the thought. ]

Are you in such a rush, that you could not wear it now?

[Major Lineface, reporting for duty.]

I hardly think it the appropriate situation.

Bashful?

[ Buckingham chuckles heartily. ]

Well, do make sure to let me catch a glance when you find the courage.

[ A large mirror, delivered with the following note: ]

I thought your room in need of a proper accessory.

[ A dress, delivered with the following note: ]

I trust the colour is to the taste of your profession. I should like to see how it suits you at your earliest convenience.

[ An artificial mineral lick. ]

May your good health last well into spring!

[ A sizable pot filled with evening primroses. ]

I hold the greatest hopes that it will please you to be assured that some thought, yet not a single memory, was dedicated to this small token of my utmost admiration.

[ A saddle. ]

Allow me to extend the opportunity to test its fit soon. A horse awaits you on the first floor, behind door #154. It would greatly please me to meet you there before noon, tomorrow.

[She doesn't know how to ride a horse. Is that what he's offering? Did he get her a horse, along with the saddle? That seems...extreme.]

they let you keep horses inside?

They have a stable there. I have yet to discover what would happen if I rode them through the corridors.

is that the plan for tomorrow?

I should hope so, although perhaps the grounds are a more suitable venue for the first day.

probably. I can meet you on the first floor anyway.

Tomorrow then. I look forward to it.

[ A bottle of wine. ]

This bottle ought to be well-suited to sustain your needs, until your own brew is completed.

[ A well-aged bottle of Glencraig, as well as a copy of King James's Daemonologie, an old tome dealing with the nature of and warding against witches and other assorted evils in the Devil's employ. ]

In hindsight I find its advice rather quaint, though I hoped you might draw some amusement from it. You must let me know if you come across any truths within at all.

PS.: Included you will find a small remedy, should the read prove too trifling and dry.

[ A charming woodcarving of a nativity scene, presented with no commentary save the duke's merry wishes for the season. ]

[ A carved tobacco pipe. ]

My utmost gratitude to an excellent host.

[ The only present delivered without card, or additional indication as to who might have had it delivered. And yet, you are so very welcome. ]

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+ Christmas Gift Post 2013 +

Athos

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D'Artagnan

no reply necessary but always welcome <3

video hello good day;

video very unsettled tbh;

video is delighted;

video is EYEROLLING;

videohohoahahahhhhh;

Aramis

George Lass

James Potter

Martha Jones

Katniss Everdeen

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John Blake

Crowley

The Lorax

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