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wickerpark2017-08-25 07:49 pm
stitchedandsown) wrote in wickerpark2017-08-25 07:49 pm
[Sebastian/Gael] Take two and call me maybe
Christmas in London was, theoretically, magical. Bas didn't see a whole lot of it, really, not with the hours he worked, but both Whipps Cross and the houses in his neighborhood had started to light up with it. Then there were the volunteers who'd started showing up dressed as St. Nicholas. It was, really, a bit odd for him, even after four years of university. On the Deck they ostensibly celebrated Christmas, but in reality it was closer to Yule.
Still, he thought as he sipped the coffee he'd gotten at the cafe across the street from the hospital before he'd started the trudge home, it was nice, it put people in a better mood, and certain bits - like the carolers - reminded him of home. It was the more old fashioned traditions the Deck always seemed to adopt from Outside. He smiled a bit as he trailed a group of singers down his street, starting to move around them as they paused at one of the row houses. But then he stopped himself, tilting his head at a familiar tenor singing "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentleman." Last time he'd heard that voice singing - was probably last year's revue. Last time he'd heard it at all?
When the owner had pinned him down in the ER a month or so back. Bas slipped behind the group and tapped Gael's shoulder.
"Moonlighting, cheri?"
Still, he thought as he sipped the coffee he'd gotten at the cafe across the street from the hospital before he'd started the trudge home, it was nice, it put people in a better mood, and certain bits - like the carolers - reminded him of home. It was the more old fashioned traditions the Deck always seemed to adopt from Outside. He smiled a bit as he trailed a group of singers down his street, starting to move around them as they paused at one of the row houses. But then he stopped himself, tilting his head at a familiar tenor singing "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentleman." Last time he'd heard that voice singing - was probably last year's revue. Last time he'd heard it at all?
When the owner had pinned him down in the ER a month or so back. Bas slipped behind the group and tapped Gael's shoulder.
"Moonlighting, cheri?"