[....Leave it to Yzak to turn a simple gift exchange into something so profoundly beautiful and heartwarming. Yes, that's a sentiment Dearka Elthman is thinking about Yzak Jule, of all people, and yeah, anyone else hearing that who has met Yzak would probably think he was insane for thinking it. The difference is, he knows Yzak. Knows his heart. And at it's core, it's this: caring, deeply sentimental, and surprisingly poetic when he allows himself to be.
The gift is beautiful and well thought out. But the card... The card is weirdly what's hitting him the hardest.
Dearka swallows that emotion and snaps one of the new fans open to perform an expert flourish with it; something simple that he can easily do while seated, the motion trailing streaks of deep purple similar in hue to his eyes. He snaps it shut again, beaming.]
Alright, uncle. You really got my ass beat on this gift giving thing.
[That's actually his secret final gift to you, Yzak: proclaiming you the gift giving winner.]
[ Did Yzak test out the fans to make sure they were in perfect working order? Of course he did. But there's something about the way Dearka waves one with such effortless skill that he can't help but watch the trail of color in awe.
Awe that shifts into a smirk, pleased at the high praise of his gift of gift-giving.
Still Yzak opts to be a little humble, if only because it's Dearka. ]
It's not like it's a contest.
[ Still smirking, though. Look, he's trying, he just loves the compliments, ]
[He KNOWS Yzak loves the compliments, why else would he be giving them? Because they're sincere? Well. Yes. IT CAN BE FOR BOTH REASONS!]
Merry Christmas, Yzak.
[Get your butt out of that chair and over onto the bed so he can cuddle you?? Please??? Also, Dearka makes a note to ask him if he's ever thought about pursuing poetry. You know... If they're ever able to retire from the damn military. His card indicates he might have the knack for wordsmithing.
But, that's a conversation for some other time...]
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The gift is beautiful and well thought out. But the card... The card is weirdly what's hitting him the hardest.
Dearka swallows that emotion and snaps one of the new fans open to perform an expert flourish with it; something simple that he can easily do while seated, the motion trailing streaks of deep purple similar in hue to his eyes. He snaps it shut again, beaming.]
Alright, uncle. You really got my ass beat on this gift giving thing.
[That's actually his secret final gift to you, Yzak: proclaiming you the gift giving winner.]
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Awe that shifts into a smirk, pleased at the high praise of his gift of gift-giving.
Still Yzak opts to be a little humble, if only because it's Dearka. ]
It's not like it's a contest.
[ Still smirking, though. Look, he's trying, he just loves the compliments, ]
puts a little CHRISTMAS BOW on this:🎀
Yeah. Sure it isn't.
[He KNOWS Yzak loves the compliments, why else would he be giving them? Because they're sincere? Well. Yes. IT CAN BE FOR BOTH REASONS!]
Merry Christmas, Yzak.
[Get your butt out of that chair and over onto the bed so he can cuddle you?? Please??? Also, Dearka makes a note to ask him if he's ever thought about pursuing poetry. You know... If they're ever able to retire from the damn military. His card indicates he might have the knack for wordsmithing.
But, that's a conversation for some other time...]