→ 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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[killertrack]

[ Fact is, Baby wouldn't even want any kind of apology from Clary. He still needed people, now more than ever, and he wasn't fooling himself - his stupid breakdown had been very, very stupid. She's mourning the loss of Isabelle too, after all, and he's not going to blame her for not being available in the middle of the night. ]

I never left Atlanta. Not really a city known for its snowy winters.

[ So obviously, he's never made a snowman. He's all for it. ]

What about snow angels, too?

[ Might as well try it all out. He folds himself into the hug, inhaling sharply. He's trying - he can't pretend to be half as merry as Clary, but he's trying. ] Wouldn't have missed it. The playlist's okay?

[creatio]

This was always the best part of Christmas for me. If it snowed, I'd try to get up early and be the first person out of the apartment, just so I could see it all before people trampled it. There's something comforting about how white it is then, how quiet it makes the world. I mean, then I'd wake up my mom and make her take me to the park for snowmen, but I at least gave her an extra five seconds of sleep.

( There's a pang in her chest when she realises that isn't going to happen ever again, but Clary's doing her best and it doesn't show on her face. )

Snow angels might be kinda on the nose for me, Baby. But I will help you create the perfect one.

( It's easy to press her shoulder against his, keeping contact. Baby's her friend. )

The playlist is amazing, you are the best of djs.

[killertrack]

I don't think it's too on the nose. I mean, yeah, sure, it's on the nose, but - it'd fit, right?

[ There's a lot about Clary that looks, after all, pretty angelic. She's so beautiful there's something otherworldly about it - not that Baby would say that anywhere that Jace could hear him, he doesn't really want to start some kind of weird feud for just stating a fact.

And after all, Clary is his friend. That's good enough for him, even if he has to wonder how he got so involved with all of these Shadowhunters. ]

Joe - my step-dad - loves Christmas. My mom did too, actually, she loved giving people presents. But it never was like this, with the snow and the carolers and all that. A lot more rain.

[ He chuckles warmly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, casually. ]

Thanks. I'm sorry if it's sadder than it should be, at times. I'm trying, but... it'll take some time.

[creatio]

( She can't help but smile at him. Baby is one of her closest friends here, and she's selfishlessly glad he hasn't yet chosen to go home. She'd miss him, she's not ready to let go of him quite yet. )

It's fine. I get why. And besides, I wasn't expecting everything to be perfectly happy, you know? This time of year is hard for people for lots of different reasons.

( It's her first without Joceyln, Izzy's gone. Things could definitely be better. But they have each other. That's what matters. )

Maybe we could find some sleds.