Ripley Vance Willems (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
anachronos) wrote2012-12-27 07:59 pm
anachronos) wrote2012-12-27 07:59 pm
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Ripley had grown used to spending Christmas alone in Storybrooke. It seemed like so long ago his wife and daughter had been around to spend the holidays with him. So long he could not quite grasp how many years. It could not be as many as it felt. These past few years had seen him spending quiet Christmases with Wolf.
This year was going to be different. He had invited Graham for the Holiday and to his surprise, the sheriff had accepted.
Now he was staring at the box to the sad excuse for a meal he was throwing together and wishing Granny's would have been open. Why had he thought this was a good idea? Graham would have been possibly better of on his own but there was food at last and coffee and an overly affectionate dog.
And hanging betwen his stocking and Wolf's was one with Graham's name on it. full of sweets he actually enjoyed and coffee grounds from rhe cafe among other things. A box under the tree somewhat sloppily wrapped had his name as well.
All his night was missing was the sheriff himself.
And Ripleywould be lying if he said he was not nervously anticipating his arival.
He still wasn't sure if they were anything more than friends who had had sex, but he was happy with whatever it wasthey did have. there was no one he would rather spend the holiday with.
This year was going to be different. He had invited Graham for the Holiday and to his surprise, the sheriff had accepted.
Now he was staring at the box to the sad excuse for a meal he was throwing together and wishing Granny's would have been open. Why had he thought this was a good idea? Graham would have been possibly better of on his own but there was food at last and coffee and an overly affectionate dog.
And hanging betwen his stocking and Wolf's was one with Graham's name on it. full of sweets he actually enjoyed and coffee grounds from rhe cafe among other things. A box under the tree somewhat sloppily wrapped had his name as well.
All his night was missing was the sheriff himself.
And Ripleywould be lying if he said he was not nervously anticipating his arival.
He still wasn't sure if they were anything more than friends who had had sex, but he was happy with whatever it wasthey did have. there was no one he would rather spend the holiday with.
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He shrugged his jacket off and draped it over the back of Ripley's couch before sitting himself down, content to watch Ripley introduce the kitten to Wolf.
"So what'll you name her?"
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"She looks a bit like a mocha to me."
One long finger rubbed lightly under her chin and the tiny feline broke into a strong series of very loud purrs that made Ripley break into a large, ridiculous grin.
He couldn't help it. Only a few moments in his life and she was already adding more light to it.
"Thank you, Graham."
Such sincerity, and he set the kitten down in his lap, watching her sniff about and slightly-wobbly explore his legs. Wolf's big, heavy head pressing uncomfortably into Ripley's knee as the overgrown puppy wagged his entire lower half, a low whine in his throat.
"I have a feeling these two are going to become very good friends."