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Inviting Carm home for the holidays hadn’t started off on the best note.
To put it mildly, the vampire had been…reluctant to engage in the holiday (something about consumerism or commercialism or both; the rant had gone on for days) but Laura had persisted as was her way, arguing that they’d saved the world; they deserved a little downtime, a little together time, with no new Big Bad in sight.
Faced with such inarguable logic, Carmilla (eventually) gave into most of the tiny gay’s reasonable demands (she had adamantly refused to wear a matching light-up Rudolph sweater but, hey, that had been a long shot anyway and, in her opinion, was barely worth mentioning; victory was victory, after all). So, after some light packing (interspersed with some not so light making out), the pair said their goodbyes – however temporary – to Silas and headed to Laura’s.
And now, just a few hours into their stay, it was hard to tell which of them was more in the spirit. Be it Laura, nestled into Carmilla’s side clad in her garish holiday sweater and clutching a mug of hot chocolate, or the vampire herself, who smiled contentedly behind a glass of liberally spiked eggnog. Either way, their eyes were trained on the TV as a rerun of Dr. Seuss’ How The Grinch Stole Christmas played and, really, what more could she ask for?