Word Count: 3223 (I tried my best :p)Dear Santa,
For Christmas I want a “So, my sister insisted she had to go talk to Santa (and ask him to pull my brother’s head out of his ass so he can finally ask this Clary girl out) in the Mall, and it turns out the sparkly elf assistant is really hot” Malec AUAlec did not care what they told him, not the weatherperson, smile plastered on as they gestured to the south of the country and promised sun and dry weather; not his sister as her clothing grew more and more festive as the days ticked steadily onwards, fluttering from room to room leaving tinsel and the persistent tinkling of bells in her wake; not Jace, tan slowly seeping out of his skin with the sole illumination of his phone screen, the same avatar flashing onto the screen and lighting up the dark rooms and Jace’s face with a strange devotional happiness; and not even Max, made old before his time, words sometimes concealed beneath the hiss of the oxygen tank as he pulled it along with him, wheels squeaking. It was freezing. And it was not about to stop as another day dawned, cold and clear, no protection from the bright ineffectual sun as it raged through the thin curtains, the glass partially shielded by frost.
Dear Santa (Mortal Instruments: Malec)
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