on the first day of christmas, my true love gave to me

[self_composed]

[It is now Christmas in the latest time zone on Earth,] Bella announces, when this becomes the case. [C'mere.]

She has conjured a syringe of venom. There are no known effects relating to any particular person doing the turning, but she's gone ahead and duplicated her alt's venom - what would be hers, if she turned - regardless.

She hides it behind her back and smiles.

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[edgeofyourseat]

...oh.

Okay.

Awesome.

[self_composed]

Some time later, when the venom's everywhere and Alice's vascular system (among other things) is being replaced with something venom-based, they are snuggling snugly.

[edgeofyourseat]

So snugly.

He loves her, he loves her, he loves her. Everything hurts, he's pouring stars, and he loves her. He can just about barely feel where his hands and his nose and his cheek and his arms and his stomach are touching her, through the pain, and he loves her. She is perfect and amazing and she gives the best presents and he loves her.

[self_composed]

[And I can stop worrying about that changing,] Bella sighs happily. [That being the other thing I had the Seer check.]

[edgeofyourseat]

[...What, really? You're making me a vampire because you want me to be in magic vampire love with you forever?]

[self_composed]

[No, I'm making you a vampire 'cause I thought you'd like it. But I wouldn't have if you weren't going to wind up stuck on me, since falling in magical love with people is an occupational hazard of vampirism and can't be ruled out for arbitrary possible people until the person in question has already been identified.]

[edgeofyourseat]

[Okay,] he says, and curls up around her again.

He looooooves her.

[self_composed]

Bella decides to fall asleep for a bit.

[edgeofyourseat]

Alice cannot fall asleep.

He snuggles Bella, and loves her, and makes stars.

[self_composed]

Some time later - Bella fields brainphone calls and conjures herself food and otherwise conducts her life, but doesn't leave the room - the pain starts pulling inwards.

[Hey, Lazarus, did you wanna come see the endgame of the Christmas present?] Bella inquires, squaring on some clothes that they've both been doing without for the last couple days. [It is incoming.]

[nonbird]

Oh boy.

[Sure,] he says.

[self_composed]

[We're in Moonstone Palace. Can you be here in ten minutes under your own power or do you want me to yoink you?]

"Lazarus is gonna come see the fireworks," Bella murmurs.

[nonbird]

[I can be there,] he says.

[edgeofyourseat]

"Mmmmmnf," says Alice, grinning slowly. "I feel like I'm gettin' run over by a train. A train that's on fire. Love you, love you, love you."

[self_composed]

"Love you," Bella replies, kissing his forehead.

[edgeofyourseat]

He smiles and tips his face up toward her.

[self_composed]

Bella magics herself immune to venom and related substances and vampire bites, and kisses him on the mouth. He is not as warm and soft as he once was, but they can freely vary that whenever they like with magic, and he's not exactly unpleasant to kiss even like so.

[edgeofyourseat]

Mmmmm snuggly kisses. [Love you.]

[nonbird]

[So where, exactly, should I be, besides on the moon?] inquires Lazarus.

[self_composed]

[The habitable part of the moon,] Bella specifies. [Third floor, coming from the stairwell second door on the left.]

[nonbird]

[Got it.]

[self_composed]

"Here comes company," Bella says, tracing a line with her finger from Alice's cheek down to his flailing heart.

[edgeofyourseat]

"Goodie," says Alice.

[self_composed]

Bella sits back on her heels and waits.

[nonbird]

And here is company.

Blushing company.

"Hi," says Lazarus. "You look, um, snuggly."