( closed ) make my wish come true

[rightly]

who: Diana of Themyscira and Steve Trevor
what: being gross
when: on December 24th (possibly onto the 25th?? maybe???)
where: at Steve's place
warnings: none for the moment, will edit if need be


[ Steve might be more nervous than the situation warrants. After all, they have spent a lot of time together, been out on dates too, and Diana has been at his place already, so at face value, there's nothing to make this situation so different. Except perhaps for all the Christmas decorations Steve's managed to find, the theme he's tried to stick with, the gift exchange, the cooking and baking...

And, well. There's the topic they briefly touched about Christmas supposedly being a celebration that lasts from the 24th to the 25th. He's not exactly sure what it means that Diana said she wanted to celebrate both with him. Does that mean she wants to stay over? Has that thought even crossed her mind? Should it even be crossing his? Is he, maybe, getting a little too presumptuous to even think about that possibility?

Anyway. It doesn't matter. He tries to tell himself that anyway, as he tidies up every corner of the place, so at least he's ready regardless of what she chooses to do once the night comes to an end.

Sadly he didn't find any records with Christmas songs, but he's managed to find a few instrumental tunes that come close enough, and that's what's playing in the background. He's halfway through wrapping the string lights around the tree he managed to find when the bell rings, and he sets it down and makes his way to the door, pulling it open. ]

Diana. [ He smiles a bit nervously, dressed in unusually modern jeans and a dark green shirt. Sammy comes to the door to greet her too, wagging his tail, and Steve steps aside. ] Come on in.

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[eusebeia]

[ her smile broadens, if it's even possible, when steve chuckles. once he releases her hand, diana simply moves her own to grasp his shirt and pull him in closer. ]

I'm sure I can manage.

[ her nose wrinkles as she speaks, before she leans forward to press a tender kiss to his mouth. ]

[rightly]

[ He lets out a surprised little noise, but leans in easily when she kisses him, his arms curling around her and pulling her close. It's a little counterproductive when he said he'd make them hot chocolate, but... well, they're not in a rush.

Besides, Diana's lips taste so much better than chocolate. ]

You look wonderful too, for the record.

[eusebeia]

[ her expression softens, as she delights in the warmth of his embrace and listens intently to his words. ]

For the record. [ diana repeats, a playful spark lighting her eyes. ] Are you writing this down?

[ entranced by the magic of this moment, she dips her head to capture his lips once more. the way they're acting, it's almost as if a sprig of mistletoe hung above them both. not that diana would ever require an excuse to kiss him. ]

[rightly]

[ He shoots her a mildly flat stare, eyes rolling up a hint. ]

Manner of speech, [ He manages to murmur against her lips just before she kisses him again. He responds easily, canting his head just so, lips parting a little. He doesn't go far even as he pauses the kiss briefly. ] But I am committing it all to memory.

[ Even if she leaves —next month, next week, tomorrow— he wants to remember every second, every moment he got to have with her here. God knows they'll have nothing else. ]

[eusebeia]

[ the future is an open question, one that diana has contemplated for a considerable amount of time. she has yet to surrender her objective of returning home, and beyond that, to help this realm however she can before her departure.

of course, there's a selfish part of her that wants to stay for him. in this limitless world, where the impossible can become possible, perhaps she will discover a way to bring steve back with her. regardless of the cost, she won't yield. ]

A kiss without mistletoe. [ one tradition that they've declined to follow. her voice is light and playful, as she keeps close to him. diana has no reason to step away either. ] What a maverick you are, Steve.

[rightly]

[ Steve knows all too well that her ultimate goal is to go back and finish what she started, and frankly he'd never ask her to give that up. As much as he would love for her to stay with him, he knows she would feel trapped here, useless and possibly miserable. He would never want her to make that kind of sacrifice, not for him or anyone else.

And besides, his own sacrifice was in no small part for her, too. So that she could stop Ares, and end the war. End all wars— save mankind. ]

We don't need any mistletoe. [ He winks at her, smiling lopsidedly at the accusation of sorts. He chuckles, tilting his head. ] That's a new one. I don't think I've ever been called that before.

[eusebeia]

It suits you.

[ she responds after a thoughtful pause, finally drawing back to return her attention to their task at hand. her fingers shift to the top of her overcoat, unbuttoning the jacket before removing it entirely. ]

Ten minutes, you claimed. [ she lifts an eyebrow, teasing him further. ] I suppose you were a bit distracted.

[rightly]

[ He gets a little sidetracked (again) when she shrugs off her jacket, although he manages to get a grip on himself and not stare too much. ]

I was! [ He tries to suppress a smile, an eyebrow raising as he wiggles an accusatory finger at her. ] I was, and it's all your fault.

[ Now, if she'll stop distracting him, he'll quickly whip up their hot chocolate with the little marshmallows. ]

[eusebeia]

[ diana drapes her jacket over the closest chair, suppressing an amused laugh at his lively remark. she exhales softly, her gaze wandering around the room. ]

Hot chocolate. Presents under the tree. Bright lights. Snow.

[ after a moment, her eyes land on him once more. they almost shine with wonder and affection. ]

Is Christmas always this magical?

[rightly]

[ He quirks an amused smile at her fascinated tone, all the while focusing on getting the ingredients together and whipping up a sweet hot chocolate for them. ]

It really depends on how each person celebrates it— or if they even celebrate it at all. But yes, generally speaking, it's a very magical time of the year.

[eusebeia]

[ her grin gradually fades into a soft smile, as diana considers his reply. ]

Is this how you celebrated, back home?

[ now that she's contemplating the topic, she doesn't know much about steve trevor's past — his childhood or his family. she knows what awaits in their future, of course, but nothing else. he's spoken of mankind's traditions in a general sense, but never his own. ]

[rightly]

[ Steve shrugs, not looking away from the chocolate mix on the stove. ]

When I was younger, back in Enid. My father liked decorating the place, even though we didn't have a lot of money for that. There were gifts and some food and sweets, but it was all fairly simple.

[ Once the chocolate starts bubbling, he turns off the heat and fetches two mugs to pour them their drinks. ]

But it's been a while. Since I've gone back there, and since I celebrated Christmas like this.

[eusebeia]

[ they come from different worlds, in more ways than one. in themyscira, the amazons never celebrated christmas, yet they had other traditions. diana was a princess, raised in a paradise where she lacked nothing.

after a beat of silence, diana steps forward. as he collects the mugs for their hot chocolate, her right hand drifts down to cover one of his — a gesture of comfort. ]

You should start again. [ they'll make their own traditions, starting now. ] We can. Together.

[rightly]

[ It's been a long time since Steve believed in any kind of paradise. Themyscira struck him as just that, but it was never a place meant for him. Funnily enough, this place is as close as it gets to it, particularly while Diana is here with him.

His eyes drop to her hand, then he looks up with a small smile. He sets the mugs down on the counter, catching her hand in his briefly. ]

I'd like that. [ Even if she doesn't stay here that long. ] This is a good start, I'd say.

[eusebeia]

[ always the pessimist, steve trevor. or perhaps the realist. diana's touch lingers over his hand for a moment longer, squeezing his fingers gently, before she releases him to take hold of her mug. ]

Amazing.

[ she states after taking a sip, with a warm smile. ]

[rightly]

[ He smiles wider at her reaction, puffing his chest out just a little. ]

Well, I do excel at hot chocolate.

[ Grabbing the box with the marshmallows from nearby, he plops a few of them onto her drink. ] Ta-dah.

[eusebeia]

[ he continues to exceed her expectations. diana's smile widens as well, and she takes another sip, enjoying how sweet it tastes. ]

After Christmas, shall we celebrate New Year's Eve next? Then Valentine's Day?

[ someone's done her research. ]

[rightly]

[ Steve laughs, knitting his eyebrows at her. ]

Where did you get all those? Been studying, have you?

[ Plopping a few marshmallows into his own chocolate, he nods. ] We can celebrate New Year's Eve. It's a while for Valentine's, though.

[eusebeia]

[ she may even have a few tricks up her sleeve. perhaps he has made most of the arrangements for christmas, but diana has some ideas of her own for the upcoming holidays. ]

I understand why you honor new beginnings. [ at themyscira, the amazons did the same. ] But only one day for love? That should be cherished more than once.

[rightly]

[ And Steve, predictably, would love to go with whatever plans she decided on. Even if there's no holiday, really. He needs no reasons to spend time with her. ]

Oh, no, it's not— that. I mean, people still celebrate and demonstrate their love for each other every day, it's just... a unique day, is all. Much like when you care about someone every day, but you still give them a special gift on their birthday. That sort of thing.

[eusebeia]

A gift. Like a carcass or dead plants.

[ she recalls what she witnessed in the shops, both here and in london. the world of men, and what she's gradually learning about it, is quite peculiar. ]