This takes place during Liliana’s homeless days (between chapters 4 and 5), just a couple of months after she turns 18 and leaves the facility. Someday I’d like to write her first Christmas with the team, as well, but for now enjoy some angst.
Taglist: @darthsutrich , @painful-pooch , @inky-whump
Contains: lady whumpee (no whumper), homelessness, talk of moldy food?, referenced parental abandonment
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Liliana didn’t realize it was Christmas. She should have, really, but with her days taken up with constantly searching for food and supplies and sometimes new shelter when yet another has been compromised, every moment occupied by just trying to survive, the passing of time is generally the least of her worries.
Subconsciously, she’d noticed that fall decorations had come and gone in front of various businesses. And of course it had gotten cold long ago, had even snowed a time or two already.
But it doesn’t hit her that the Christmas season has arrived until she’s staring at a brightly lit tree, standing proudly in the front window of a store. It’s beautiful, all red and gold and glittering, white lights shining from dark green branches and a giant gold bow adorning the very top.