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Our house is it, now? [He's sleepily curling back up. It might be Nattensfest, but it's still very early for Rev. Perhaps gifts then more sleep.] You can tell Ash he's putting up with me being here more. I guess she did. Warning would have been nice, I don't feel exactly prepared for any of the entities here to show up when I'm not decent.

[He stretches reluctantly, reaching over to the curious thing on the other bedside table, warily lifting it and carefully opening the wrapping paper.]

...What is this... Orb?

[It's... warm. That realisation washes over him as he turns it carefully in his hands, reading the text on its base. As above, so below. In his head he supplies the rest of the quote: That which has been, will return again. As in heaven, so on earth.. An old human saying.]

Unless you're going to help pay the rent, I'm afraid it's just a figure of speech.

[He does not need to pay rent.

Phil chuckles. Rev being completely confused by anything remotely modern was endlessly hilarious. He had told him so many lies about technology Rev was probably horribly confused.]

It's called a "snowglobe", Rev. They're cheap, shitty knickknacks that people buy as gifts when they have no idea what you like.

[He unwraps his own present and his eyes are immediately drawn to the scene. That... that was definitely him, kissing Rev on the couch. His face flushes noticeably and he clears his throat.]

Dear god, was she stalking us or something? I don't mind voyeurisms but I would have appreciated her asking first.

[He laughs. Part of him knows he wouldn't be paying rent, given Grayson's promise about Mile business owners and workers not having to pay, but he could still afford it. He presses a kiss to Phil's temple.]

On the other hand, cleaning up after Ash? I think I'll leave that to you.

[The 'snowglobe' is rotated in his hands. When it's flipped the right way, snow falls - and the vampire leans in to look at it more closely. He can't flush like Phil - no blood flow means no blushing or obvious physical signs of embarrassment. But he's completely silent as he watches the scene play out - Phil kissing him so gently - so tenderly, after Rev told him he cared about him.

It's with something close to reverence that he runs a thumb over the glass.]

...It's beautiful.

... It is.

[He echoes in quiet reverence, now getting a good look at the thing. After the initial shock and creepiness about the fact that this god perfectly recreated a very private scene between them, it.. it was really nice. And it felt so warm and cozy in his hands.

He looks over at Rev, curious to see what his scene was.

And he doesn't know if he should feel touched or deeply horrified]

You got the same scene too?

[He's quiet, for a long time. The scene is just how he remembers it. Phil taking his face in his hands and kissing him in a way they hadn't before. Slow. Tender. It had barely lasted a second and yet it was something Rev wanted to chase down and repeat every time they were together. That elusive, single moment that had made his heart feel something close to beating again. It ends with them pulling apart, and Rev pulling him back in.]

...Yes. It's when we kissed while you were dealing with the hunger. It's... The best memory I have in the last century.

[The snowglobe rests in his lap. He doesn't know if this is somehow an overstep, that he has this scene.]

...It's important to me.

[He turns it, so the snow starts falling again.]

[The words hit him like a stack of bricks. "The best memory I have in the last century"? Them tenderly kissing each other?

Dear god, Rev was in love with him, wasn't he? Phil looks away, making sure Rev doesn't see his face right now. He's sure that he must look mortified right now.]

Y-yeah... it's a nice memory.

[He wants to tell Rev. He wants to tell him so badly. He wanted to tell him how he's been head over heels for him for the past month and that he desperately wants to be his boyfriend.

But he doesn't.

He can't.

He's had partner's before, and he always found a way to fuck it up completely. He didn't see it at the time, and dismissed the break ups as "them not knowing a good thing when they see it", but after spending a few year trapped all alone with his thoughts? He was a lying, cheating asshole, and Rev doesn't deserve that. He deserves someone who can treat him right and love him like he never could.]

It sucks she didn't make us breakfast or anything since she woke us up so damned early, huh?

[He can't let Rev know how deeply he adores this too.]

[It's a good thing his heart's probably some dead, blackened thing in his chest now. No heartbeat means Phil won't hear the mounting worry and anxiety when he looks away from him like he's... Angry that this is the scene in his globe. If he could, he'd hear the near frantic pace it would surely be setting.

When he does finally change the subject, it's all he can do to not sag into the bed with relief. He could handle flippant. Flippant meant he hadn't upset him too badly to be forgiven.]

I can make you breakfast, if you want it. Though I'd be going back to sleep after. [Acts of service are a language of love, whether Rev knows it or not.] But... Seeing as we're awake - can I give you your present?

[Phil is quiet for a moment. He's starting to wonder if he should keep his distance, so it would be easier for Rev to find someone else.

But... well... he was always a selfish person. He wants to keep doing this for as long as possible, before they have to go separate ways. He lets himself lean against Rev, trying not to smile too fondly

You know I love your cooking, Rev.

[Oh... he admits he doesn't want to get up yet, but...]

Oh, right, I can give you your presents too.

[He lazily gets out of bed and goes to grab two presents from the closet. There is a hesitation before he hands them to Rev, suddenly self conscious as to how he'd react to them.]

Don't hate me if they suck. This is the first time in a decade I've had to buy Christmas presents.

I wouldn't hate anything from you. [He also doesn't want Phil to leave the bed. He's the one keeping it warm. He brightens, grinning sharply.] Hey, I've nothing to compare it to. The only way to go is downhill.

[He's teasing. He treasures gifts.

He's leans off the bed, scrabbling underneath to reach the gifts he's hidden in the small nest he keeps there for when the pressing urge to be in a confined space becomes too much to ignore. Both of them are very badly wrapped - they're messy and look like claws have punctured the paper in several places, only to be carefully taped over.

That is to say that this is heavily, heavily taped. Both are weighty, though one feels like it's wrapped in cloth over something harder. The other is an oversized box, and feels much more neatly wrapped. There's still too much tape.]

Here. Might... Want to open the boxy one first.

Strong words for someone who hasn't seen my presents yet. I hope you knows this means you're not allowed to complain if you don't like it.

[He crawls back into bed, sitting close to Rev against his better judgement, and sets his presents on Rev's lap. They're neatly wrapped, one noticeably soft, like some sort of fabric had been wrapped up.]

You can open in any order you want, but you might want to open the softer one first if you don't want to make breakfast with your dick out.

[Not that he wouldn't complain but also being near fire when you're naked sounds like it could easily be a disaster.

He takes the boxy present from Rev and muses over the shoddy wrapping. It takes Phil way too much will power not to laugh at the mental image of him trying to wrap this up with his claws in the way. He decides to quickly open it so he doesn't get too hung up on that thought.]

As if you've ever known me to complain.

[He does. Loudly. Mostly about neatness on the part of Ash in common areas and clients who don't understand that Rev's staff are not there to be submissive to anyone. But he shifts closer to Phil, wanting the warmth that leaches off him as they unwrap things. His gifts are much better wrapped, but in Rev's defence, tape had not been exactly... Familiar.]

And as if everyone living in this apartment is not intimately familiar with my dick. [Completely nonchalant.] But I suppose not splattering myself with hot water while poaching is beneficial.

[The box Phil unwraps is an extremely good quality coffee machine. It's small enough to be easily installed in his office at the radio station, should he decide it's taking up residence there, but good enough for at home. Also included is a bag of the premium coffee beans from the best coffee house on the mile, and a grinder for them.

Reverie does as he's told and starts carefully pulling apart the paper on the soft thing.]

Wanted to make sure you had easy access to your vices. I'm a terrible enabler.

Aww, don't tell me you're making me eggs benedict for breakfast. If I didn't know any better I would say you're trying to spoil me.

[He looks at the present and his expression immediately softens. His obsession with coffee wasn't exactly a secret, especially ever since his goblin instincts kicked in, but knowing Rev thought about him like this hit him harder than he expected.

After a moment of staring, he clears his throat.]

Well you know that this is far from my worst vice, but I'm not one to complain about you making me indulge in all of them.

[Inside Rev's first gift is a silk robe. It's long and flowy, with "Reverie" embroidered on the breast pocket in gold thread. It looks like it costs a pretty penny.
Phil doesn't say anything; like he's gauging Rev's reaction before he responds.]

Sweetheart, I'll make you anything you want. [Although.] Within reason. Not like I can nip out and get anything extra with the sun coming up.

[The robe's beautiful. Soft. Smooth when he runs it through his fingers. He slips out of the bed so he can put it on, running palms over the smooth planes of it where it sits flat at his hips.]

It's beautiful, Phil. Thank you.

[He slips back to the bed, gently sliding a hand under Phil's chin and pressing a kiss to his cheek. The slow, rumbling involuntary purr has resumed.]

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