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tampered2008-12-27 01:38 am
suicideslowly) wrote in tampered2008-12-27 01:38 am
log; ongoing;
When; Christmas day, afternoon
Rating; PG-13? It's Christmas, who knows?
Characters; Eden McCain [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
suicideslowly]; Mohinder Suresh [orderonto]
Summary; When you wake up to two hundred white roses in your kitchen, something's bound to happen.
Log;
It wasn't unusual for Eden to wake up to an empty bed - she could be a morning person if a situation required it, and she never slept through an alarm, but it seemed far less urgent in the City to follow any schedule by the hour, and so usually it was Mohinder who woke first and could be counted on to be fixing breakfast by the time Eden stumbled out of bed. There was extra reason to sleep in today, as well, for Eden had not forgotten the last conversation she had with Mohinder on the topic of holidays, and of Christmas in particular.
So it was only when the hour finally struck ten that Eden had finally stumbled out of the bedroom, yawning, terry robe wrapped tightly around her small frame.
To the overwhelming scent of roses permeating the apartment. Her first reaction had been to laugh. Fortunately for her, Mohinder wasn't hiding around the corner.
By the time the afternoon rolls around, Eden has already managed to thin the roses out somewhat, several vases scattered throughout the apartment - although there are still a few dozen resting in the kitchen, lacking glasses tall enough to support them. It's enough, however, to clear out a decent amount of space on the countertop. She's trying her hand at lasagna - a step up from macaroni and cheese, and a little more balanced overall, Eden thinks.
Her new earrings jangle cheerily with every turn of her head.
Rating; PG-13? It's Christmas, who knows?
Characters; Eden McCain [
suicideslowly]; Mohinder Suresh [orderonto]Summary; When you wake up to two hundred white roses in your kitchen, something's bound to happen.
Log;
It wasn't unusual for Eden to wake up to an empty bed - she could be a morning person if a situation required it, and she never slept through an alarm, but it seemed far less urgent in the City to follow any schedule by the hour, and so usually it was Mohinder who woke first and could be counted on to be fixing breakfast by the time Eden stumbled out of bed. There was extra reason to sleep in today, as well, for Eden had not forgotten the last conversation she had with Mohinder on the topic of holidays, and of Christmas in particular.
So it was only when the hour finally struck ten that Eden had finally stumbled out of the bedroom, yawning, terry robe wrapped tightly around her small frame.
To the overwhelming scent of roses permeating the apartment. Her first reaction had been to laugh. Fortunately for her, Mohinder wasn't hiding around the corner.
By the time the afternoon rolls around, Eden has already managed to thin the roses out somewhat, several vases scattered throughout the apartment - although there are still a few dozen resting in the kitchen, lacking glasses tall enough to support them. It's enough, however, to clear out a decent amount of space on the countertop. She's trying her hand at lasagna - a step up from macaroni and cheese, and a little more balanced overall, Eden thinks.
Her new earrings jangle cheerily with every turn of her head.