Christmas Gift (G/T) (Completed)

Home?

Elijah stared at the ceiling, unable to close his eyes. While he was tired, sleep didn't feel like an option. He just couldn't take his mind off of the five inch tall person under his couch. Where had he come from? Why was he out in the snow? Were there more of him around? His mind swam with thousands of questions, not leaving him with a wink of sleep even after over an hour of tossing and turning had passed. 

He sighed, knowing that it wasn't possible for him to sleep with something taking up so much of his mind. He's had plenty of restless nights before, and was no stranger to having to get up and busy himself to distance his thoughts. The thing was, he didn't know what to do. Usually he'd plant himself on the couch and watch a documentary, or read a book, or find something to organize and bore himself with until he felt ready to sleep again, but the living room was off limits lest he scared their little guest even more.

Speaking of which, he wondered how the boy was doing. Obviously not great, since he was hiding under the couch of all places. There had to be some place better for him, a place where he could hide but not still be in danger. He just couldn't shake the thoughts of someone plopping down onto the couch, pushing the cushions in and crushing him beneath the springs before he could escape.

Elijah grimaced, realizing that their home had nothing of the sorts that he could use. He could probably find enough books to stack to create a little hut, but that didn't strike him as very sturdy or welcoming. A cardboard box might work, but that was the least classiest thing he could think of. Millie could probably part with one of her dollhouses, but that sounded rather degrading to stay in-- he didn't want to offer that and have the other think they saw him as just some doll. 

No, if he wanted something he'd have to make it himself. Luckily, he had the right tools for it out in the garage.

While culinary arts was more of Cain's expertise, Elijah's lied in wood; Cutting, carving, building, polishing, anything to do with it he loved. It had been a lifelong hobby of his, starting out with just a few sticks and a knife when he was a kid. Carving and whittling were his favourites, but he's built plenty of other wooden things throughout his life; benches, tables, birdhouses, even a dresser once. It put him at ease to keep his mind and hands busy, and to know that the outcome would be a product loved and used by many.

With tired feet he shuffled downstairs from their master bedroom towards the back door, and into the cold of the night. He'd taken a bathrobe and slippers with him to help keep him warm, even though there was a space heater in the shop. His clothes would probably get filled with woodchips, but that was something he was used to.

He smiled as he pulled out his tools, placing the drill and nails on the table before going to get some materials. He figured that just plywood would do, as he didn't exactly have the time to make anything extremely fancy.

Elijah worked diligently on what was basically another bird house, if just a bit bigger. It wasn't a dollhouse, as it was only accessible through the one door. He tried to recall back to when he had the small boy in his hand, trying to gage how big of an entrance he should put in it.

Windows were cut into the walls as well, as he had no glass to slide in as panes. The whole thing was only one story tall, but kept spacious enough for someone a few inches big to live in and topped with a pitched roof. In total, it was about a foot in each direction and even had a room inside of it.

He couldn't help the smile that plastered across his face as he worked away on it, time blurring together. It became less of something to do as a distraction for his hands and mind, and more of something he wanted to do, and he found himself adding much more little details than originally intended. He hummed contently, hoping that his gift would be liked.