InsaneJournal

Erato. Loved. Christmas.

Not that she was Christian by any stretch of the imagination. No, she disliked the whole Baby Jesus thing immensely. But the Nativity scenes were so cuuuute with their beautiful sculpted, hand-painted figurines, and she very nearly wanted one. And the garlands and ribbons and bells everywhere, everything smelling like fir, and wearing fur too, although the fake kind these days (although an antique mink stole was just exquisite if you could get your hands on one).

She’d had one coffee already while she went over her list (and checked it twice!) of people still to buy for. Should she get something for Apollo’s new family? Was it too soon? Maybe. Although- well if she saw something, maybe she would. They didn’t all do gifts anymore between immortals of course, because what could you buy that you hadn’t already a thousand times before, but the girls at the office all deserved a little something. She sucked on the end of a candy cane and checked her phone. Oh shoot, Asterion!

Getting up, Erato went to the window and peered out to see if she could see him coming. She did enjoy his company more than she’d expected that she would, considering he was often lost for words, but she privately hoped her influence might encourage a few more in the future. He had such a warm smile, though, and that always did cheer her up.

Oh, there he was! She could see him head and shoulders above everyone else, and she waved through the window at him so he’d see her.