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quentin toma NOTES: sailor, navigator, loverboy, war-bringer. |
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How do they celebrate holidays where you're from? Or do they? I realized I never asked.
Also papercut count: 5.
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We celebrate the winter solstic like you do this holiday. But there are no stories about a fat, jolly man.
On the sea we didn’t celebrate too much. We were never landside long enough to worry about it.
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I don't care for that part, honestly. Why is he going into everyone's houses? It seems suspicious.
Us neither. I mean, even when I was on land, there was something else to worry about. Did you celebrate anything else? Birthdays, summer solstice, things like that?
When IS your birthday?
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[ is he going to? probably. but he'll give it a little time for koby to panic a little bit. ]
But I agree - the stories don't seem quite right. Coming down a chimney? Eating cookies left out from every child he delivers to?
Oh. December 12th. I never remember. I suspect it was you who kept me occupied that night, maybe.
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It's nearly as strange as the whole god-as-a-baby thing, but please never tell Tim I said that. He takes this very seriously.
The 12th? That was a week ago!
Yes, I did, we watched part of some movie about an unpleasant green man trying to ruin some nice people's holidays. I remember because you were wearing that sweater I like and my hands were cold so I kept reaching under it.
i changed my mind sorry no action!!!
But the green man! Yes. He had a name. Grunch? Grounch? Grouch? I wasn't paying attention - you had your hands up my sweater after all.
I'll keep away until you tell me I can come join you, but know I'm sorely missing you. I might need to warm up my own cold hands all on my own.
TWIST <3
[Koby knows this firsthand, has rambled at length about the most absurd things imaginable and gotten quietly impressed “hmmms” and thoughtful nods.]
Grinch. I remembered because it's ridiculous. I was multi-tasking, though, so I don't remember a lot besides that. Something about a sleigh and roast something. I think that was right about when we stopped watching.
Well, I can't have that. I'll bring you something hot, from the kitchen. It's too cold, lately, I don't like it at all.
Soon I'll have to wear socks to bed or risk freezing you with my toes.
[He teases, like he doesn't warm his feet on Quentin's shins every. Single. Night.]