Kirby wasn’t much of a planner. More of an impulsive do-er than anything else, but hey, that had its up sides. Like he hadn’t really given much thought to doing something special for the kids, or even what day it was, until a whim struck him on the night before Christmas. The kids were already asleep, curled up all cozy and snug together the way they often did, especially with their mom still missing and Kali still slowly recovering from Taiga trauma.
He stood nearby, keeping silent watch over them while he stared up at the stars, their faraway light reminding him how damn vast the world was, and how tiny they all were in comparison. He glanced back at his family (however many of them were curled up together or gathered nearby), heart aching for those who were missing, and in that moment size didn’t matter.
That’s right, smirk away, he thought it.
It didn’t matter how tiny they were compared to the incomprehensible vastness of existence. His family was his whole world, nothing mattered but them. And impulsive as ever, he just...he needed to show them, needed to do something special for the people who gave his life meaning, gave him meaning. So he gathered iron to himself, drawing it up through the ground into his body and scattering it like little sparkling stars through the nearby trees, hanging delicate little ornaments and tinsely wisps of shimmering iron threads and ribbons that couldn’t do much to sway in the breeze but they looked fuckin’ phenomenal, whatever.
He made little presents for them, delicate iron jewelry, decorations for pretty manes or tails or wings, little toys and baubles they could pick from, enough that everyone could choose one they liked or felt drawn to. And then he curled up to cuddle any of his babies who were near enough, maybe catch a few zs, and act all surprised when they woke up. Wasn’t like it’d fool anyone, who else woulda decorated with iron? But still. It’d be fun, and hopefully it’d lighten their hearts a bit when things had been so very heavy lately.
((Okay, any of the little Kirlace family is welcome to jump in, Kirby wants to shower his babies with love and presents. Lacey, Kali, Kharon, Kylin, Kyveli, Kypria, Reilly, Baddie, you’re family, c’mere if you want and pick a present and come cuddle. Hell, Minerva, if you wanna show up, you can do. No pressure on anyone to do so, just if you're up for it, you're welcome. Feel free to be curled up with the family or wander in, whatever makes sense for your character, and make up what your present is or if you need/want, we can pick something out for you, or you can make a request, idc, we left it pretty open so it can be something your character likes. He just wants them all wrapped up in love for Christmas.))Bite my shiny metal ass.
He stood nearby, keeping silent watch over them while he stared up at the stars, their faraway light reminding him how damn vast the world was, and how tiny they all were in comparison. He glanced back at his family (however many of them were curled up together or gathered nearby), heart aching for those who were missing, and in that moment size didn’t matter.
That’s right, smirk away, he thought it.
It didn’t matter how tiny they were compared to the incomprehensible vastness of existence. His family was his whole world, nothing mattered but them. And impulsive as ever, he just...he needed to show them, needed to do something special for the people who gave his life meaning, gave him meaning. So he gathered iron to himself, drawing it up through the ground into his body and scattering it like little sparkling stars through the nearby trees, hanging delicate little ornaments and tinsely wisps of shimmering iron threads and ribbons that couldn’t do much to sway in the breeze but they looked fuckin’ phenomenal, whatever.
He made little presents for them, delicate iron jewelry, decorations for pretty manes or tails or wings, little toys and baubles they could pick from, enough that everyone could choose one they liked or felt drawn to. And then he curled up to cuddle any of his babies who were near enough, maybe catch a few zs, and act all surprised when they woke up. Wasn’t like it’d fool anyone, who else woulda decorated with iron? But still. It’d be fun, and hopefully it’d lighten their hearts a bit when things had been so very heavy lately.
((Okay, any of the little Kirlace family is welcome to jump in, Kirby wants to shower his babies with love and presents. Lacey, Kali, Kharon, Kylin, Kyveli, Kypria, Reilly, Baddie, you’re family, c’mere if you want and pick a present and come cuddle. Hell, Minerva, if you wanna show up, you can do. No pressure on anyone to do so, just if you're up for it, you're welcome. Feel free to be curled up with the family or wander in, whatever makes sense for your character, and make up what your present is or if you need/want, we can pick something out for you, or you can make a request, idc, we left it pretty open so it can be something your character likes. He just wants them all wrapped up in love for Christmas.))