Title; The Only Thing I'm Missing
Repertoire; 15 Epilogue
Authoress; Chrome Hearts
Fandom; My Candy Love
Main Focus; Lysander x Candy
Disclaimer; All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. ~The Only Thing I'm Missing~
Christmas was fast approaching, and I had yet to find gifts for Lysander, Jo Jo and Castiel.
My eyes locked onto something small, square and black in the corner of the small store and I grinned, making my way indoors, scooping the delicate item up into my hands.
A camera; the absolute perfect gift for Jo Jo – she was beyond artistic and had a knack (and passion) for photography. Frowning slightly at the price tag, I headed my way over towards the front register, the cashier smiling down at me as he scanned the barcode before bending down behind the counter to pull out the boxed model.
He packed it neatly into a brown cardboard carry bag, his hazel eyes locking back onto me.
"Anything else today?" he asked kindly and I shook my head, my fingers hovering above my unzipped purse.
"No, thank you. Just on card, please."
The cashier smiled, pushing the small ATM machine in my direction and, after a quick swipe of my card, and push of several buttons, my receipt was tucked neatly in the bag and I was back out on the street once more.
"I really shouldn't have left this to the last minute," I grumbled quietly as I wandered into another shop, a few doors down.
The store itself was long, and extremely narrow and smelt strongly of parchment, ink and old books. Two rows of bookcases lined the walls, a thin pathway leading down the middle of it. My eyes travelled upwards towards the ceiling; above me, twelve beams of ebony coloured wood ran the width of the store, carved and embellished with gold. The roof itself was much the same; jet black and carved, but with small recreated renascence oil paintings centred in each, carved golden panel.
This was certainly a place where I could get Lysander's present.
My fingers danced above the leather-bound book spines as I made my way between the rows of bookshelves. After settling for Renascence art, music and folklore books, I carefully stacked them in my arms and made my way to the front counter.
"Interesting choice," the historian said, nodding her approval. She was an elderly lady, her silver hair pulled upwards in a bun; her green rimmed glasses perched on the tip of her nose. She shuffled around behind the counter as she wrapped the books in thin sheets of paper, placing each one into a bag carefully.
"Are these for you, dear?"
I shook my head. "No, they're a present for my boyfriend."
The historian shopkeeper turned her back to me, packing the final item into the bag before handing it to me.
"Based on the books that you have purchased for him, I'd say he's a fine fellow. I added a little something extra in there for you, just so you can give him the perfect gift."
"Oh," I stuttered, embarrassed and I pulled out my purse once more.
The historian waved her hand. "No, no," she smiled. "It's not often that you find a lovely gentleman who respects an era other than the one that they're in. Please, give them to him."
I thanked her and moved out of the store once more, peering into the bag.
There on the top of the small parcel was a beautiful leather bound notebook, a small crest was emblazoned on the front in a thin gold, and a beautiful jade green quill rested atop, its delicate feathered ends bending slightly with the light breeze.
I continued down the shop lined street when I came across Castiel's favourite music store. I grinned quietly to myself as I entered it. He had a plethora of guitars at his disposal, but only one, rather broken amplifier, and was running dangerously short on picks and strings as they mysteriously disappeared or snapped completely.
Arranging for the amplifier to be dropped off later that afternoon, I placed the picks and stings atop the small camera box and headed home, content.
~The Only Thing I'm Missing~The months soon rolled into December, and I sighed pulling my scarf closer to my body as I strolled down the store-lined streets, occasionally pressing my nose to the glass display window and peering into the brightly lit interior, my eyes glancing over various objects.
~The Only Thing I'm Missing~
"Merry Christmas," I smiled as I came down the stairs and out into the living room, Lysander at my side.
There, in front of the small Christmas Tree sat an eager Jo Jo and Castiel.
Both Lysander and Jo Jo had spent the night to spend Christmas morning with Castiel and I before returning to their usual Christmas afternoon plans of luncheon and family.
Lysander entwined his fingers with mine as we took a seat on the couch.
"Guess what!" Jo Jo chirped happily, placing a –rather fluffy- Santa hat on Castiel's head, clashing horribly with his hair. (Castiel grumbled in protest but kept it on nonetheless, much to Jo Jo's delight.)
I grinned at my best friend. "What?"
"Because you and Lysander decided to sleep in a little longer than us, Castiel and I made Christmas breakfast."
My eyes widened with shock as they fell upon my brother.
He frowned slightly, blowing slightly at the fluffy white pom-pom that hung in front of his eyes.
"Yes, are you surprised that I didn't burn the house down?"
I nodded, a wide grin spreading across my face. "Very."
The four of us moved into the kitchen, taking our seats at the large table; a banquet of fruits, bacon, eggs, felafel, sausage and toast stood in the middle, two silver jugs of freshly squeezed juice stood at either end.
Chatting happily, we cleaned the plats, the once towering banquet slowly diminishing.
Immediately, Jo Jo and I stood to clear the plates but Lysander shook his head.
"I'll do them," he said quickly tucking his phone into his jacket pocket. "You all just get ready to open your presents."
After a short protest, we were shooed into the Lounge and sat, waiting, Lysander joining us a few minutes later.
Colourful gift wrap littered the carpeted floor of the lounge room, each one of us admiring our gifts when Lysander smiled, placing a small one on my lap.
"Happy Christmas, Janiel," he breathed and, I let out a small gasp as I unwrapped the shimmering necklace, a small tear-drop shaped diamond hung on the end.
"It's beautiful," I breathed, gently picking up the diamond between my fingers, "thank you."
Lysander smiled, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek.
"That's not the only present you're getting," he said, his mismatched eyes twinkling with amusement.
I tilted my head upwards slightly, confused.
He gave me another gentle kiss, his silky lips brushing against mine.
"Your second present is waiting in the hallway."
I got to my feet, staring in the direction of the hallway, hidden by the wall of the lounge.
Castiel made a small noise of amusement.
"What, Lys? Did you get her a pony or something?" he laughed and Lysander shook his head, tapping his nose with the tip of an elegant, milky finger.
I rounded the corner of the hallway, and instantly my body froze, my eyes wide.
My hands shook violently and I let out a small cry.
There, in the hallway in front of me, stood a figure. A rather awkward figure who shifted comfortably when he saw me, twisting the hemming of his shirt.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I moved towards him, my bottom lip quivering as I cried.
"Tyson," I breathed, my voice shaky. "You're back!"
He smiled as he wiped away my tears, pulling me into a strong hug.
"Happy Christmas, Janiel."
~The Only Thing I'm Missing~ A/N: I just want to say a big thank you to all of you who have followed me through with this and shown continuous support. I appreciate that so much. Also, a big thank you to WillowSioui – you were the person who inspired me the most. I'm so grateful for that.
A/N: I just want to say a big thank you to all of you who have followed me through with this and shown continuous support. I appreciate that so much. Also, a big thank you to WillowSioui – you were the person who inspired me the most. I'm so grateful for that.