- Messages
- 942
- OOC First Name
- Cyndi
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Wand
- Knotted 14 Inch Rigid Willow Wand with Acromantula Web Core
- Age
- 9/2025
Having Chaos over for the holidays was a fairly normal event in the Finch household these days. As they sat in her room, alone, Alana couldnt help but be weirded out by the fact that this wouldnt be her room for that much longer. Surely, once they were married, the pair were going to be expected to get their own residence. As she sat, leaning against her headboard and writing a letter to a friend, the girls red eyes looked up at Chaos who was sitting on the opposite side of the bed, facing her. She didn't know what he was doing, but whatever it was was keeping him occupied and quiet. She was the one who broke the silence first, by nudging his leg with her foot. Chaos she called out, wondering if hed thought about it any but not even going near that topic of conversation. But, she was growing bored and needed something to do besides write this letter.
"Do you want to exchange presents now or with the rest of my family later tonight?" she asked. Shed come to understand Chaos more over the course of all of these get togethers, certainly, but Alana still couldnt say that she loved Chaos. She still wasnt sure that she even liked him since he still managed to annoy her more often than not. But it was Christmas, after all, and she had managed to save up enough money to get him something she thought he would like. The teenager put her letter to the side, the quill spilling a drop of ink onto her quilt before she managed to get it back in its bottle. "Say now, please" she added in as sweet a tone as she could muster.
"Do you want to exchange presents now or with the rest of my family later tonight?" she asked. Shed come to understand Chaos more over the course of all of these get togethers, certainly, but Alana still couldnt say that she loved Chaos. She still wasnt sure that she even liked him since he still managed to annoy her more often than not. But it was Christmas, after all, and she had managed to save up enough money to get him something she thought he would like. The teenager put her letter to the side, the quill spilling a drop of ink onto her quilt before she managed to get it back in its bottle. "Say now, please" she added in as sweet a tone as she could muster.