𝓟𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭 |¦| Freddy Carter

_𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂_

TW SEXUAL CONTENT
Not sexualising Freddy or Lucy Hale!!

It was as if midsummer had stepped through father-time's looking glass, only to find herself clothed in bronzed bracken hues and freshly cloud-given white. For all around in this midwinter, it was as if this land had been frozen still, and time with it, into an evermore coldness.

In the quiet moment, Christmas Eve was a tiny flower in gentle palm, delicate and soft. Amid all the glitter and noise how simple it would be not to see such beauty. What makes Christmas Eve special is not the date on the calendar, yet the way we become Santa for one another. We take the time to see souls and their level of wellness or need. We rest in the quiet moment to observe what is rather than allowing the business of the world to put the ones we love into the background noise. We stop. We bring those we love into clear definition and accept their emotions "as is." For come Christmas day we have a chance to reset as a strong group who supports one another, protects one another, and is able to see the gift each of us is.

Frost had settled down the the window panes and a wintry wind crashed against the glass softly with a bold honesty, a rawness that brought one's soul into the gentle cloud-filtered rays.

A barely awake Amy rose from her pillow and dragged a hand through her hair before harshly rubbing a finger and thumb into her eyes.

"Good morning darling," a low husky voice voice sounded softly from behind her. Amy smiled as she turned her face to him seemingly calm but internally screaming at the sound of his morning voice. God she loved it.

"Morning miele." Amy gently answered as she moved a piece of his hair from his face.

"What does that mean?"

Amy smiled, "honey in Italian."

Freddy hummed and closed his eyes, "I like it."

Amy watched him for a moment before pulling the covers off and swinging her legs round off the bed, "I'm gonna go in the shower."

"No!" Freddy objected as he quickly sat up and wrapped his arms around Amy's waist and pulled her back down. Amy giggled as Freddy held her close to him and placed his leg over her to stop her from going anywhere.

"Freddy!" Amy whined, "I have to go in the shower we have that party tonight!"

Freddy grumbled, "go in later."

"I can't you said we could go to the market in the square."

Freddy groaned at his remembrance to the promise and let her go.

Amy made quick work of the shower but then again she was always quick on showers, baths on the other hand were a totally different story. She wrapped the towel around her and wrapped her hair in one. She stood in front of the mirror and massage moisturiser into her face before opening the door.

Directly in front of the door sat a note she guessed was from Freddy given the handwriting and the fact no one else was here. Ran out of milk so I've just popped out round the corner for some, shouldn't be too long x
10:35

The time was now 10:43 so he hadn't left that long ago. She picked up the note and put it in the bin on the corner of the bedroom, she then 'borrowed' yet another piece of Freddy's clothing only this time it was a black crewneck jumper.

Amy shut the door behind her when she entered 'her room' and made an outfit with Freddy's jumper. She paired it with a burgundy tarten skater skirt, thin black tights, cream leg warmers, cream berret, her Amy necklace and she planned on putting on burberry coat and black heeled ankle boots later.