→ i don't want a lot for christmas, there is just one thing i need

[creatio]

CHARACTERS: Barbie House Residents & You.
LOCATIONS: That pink little number where superpowered girls live.
WARNINGS: None in post, please let me know if I need to change that.
SUMMARY: Ugly sweater party time.

( If you know Kimberly and Clary at all, then you'll know there's been a festive treat in the works for a while. People will have received their personally designed invitations during the week, but neither of them have been shy in mentioning the party while wandering the city laden with shopping bags. The house is suitably decorated - enough mistletoe to potentially be a biohazard - but with a little help from the world's best ( and most stylish ) warlock Magnus Bane, it's definitely looking the part. And if it's a little small, well outside is covered in lights too, an army of space heaters dotted in their garden to make things as cosy as possible.

There's multiple flavours of punch, though be wary of the one that smells overwhelmingly of gingerbread, someone was a little heavy handed with the liquer. If that doesn't float your boat then the living room table is laid out with different drinks and snacks, some more festive than others. Eat, drink, be merry. And if you hear Blue Christmas at any point in their festive playlist, please track down Baby and give him a hug ( or a drink ... or one of those sprigs of mistletoe. )

The only rule ( and it's definitely a rule ) wear a Christmas sweater or suffer the wrath of women scorned. Though maybe not something with tassles or baubles, Simba might be after them. )

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[recoined]

It doesn't just... happen, you know. Being a better person, it's not like you wake up and you're suddenly somebody else. ( which sounds funny, to kimberly, because isn't that what happened to her in a way? she woke up, and things were completely different. but she wasn't. she was still herself, still left with all those terrible things she'd done in her past, and left to fix it. baby would have to do that too. ) It takes time.

( she pauses for a moment, peering up at him as if it'll help her read all the muddled thoughts in his head. )

If it helps, I really like this guy. Whoever he is, whatever he's done, I like him. He can stay.

[killertrack]

[ He can't help the half smile that appears on his face when she mentions liking the person he is. He wish he could show her - show her exactly the kind of coward he'd been in the past, too scared to try to get out from under Doc's thumb, even when he could. He doesn't feel like he deserves it, but should he look a gift horse in the mouth? Or should he just enjoy it, Kimberly's friendship, her gentle words and her support, when he's already feeling like half the person he used to be, a mere few weeks ago?

It might be cowardly, too, but he doesn't feel like he could turn her away, right now. He needs her. ]

It does take time. I've got 10 years of making up to do. I guess I'm going to be here for a long time.