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It was safe to say that a venue catering to dance and expression was nothing Winter could consider his virtue. Watching the party unfold in front of raven eyes, Winter lowered his gaze towards the now snow covered concrete. His namesake had proceeded to paint the streets a celestial white, beauty and grace incarnate. It did however manage a chilling cold which proceeded to creep through Winter's jacket and embraced his cold skin, as if a snow coated blanket. The young man leaned against a stone wall, his eyes scanning the area to lay witness upon various stalls of food, and trinkets. Focusing his attention on the falling petals of snow, Winter managed the softest smile across his lips. Snow, much like a rose, had thorns in its very own right. The glacial embrace of a winter night stung deeply, indeed. 

Shifting his gaze towards the ever amassing crowd of people, Winter turned his music up with a sigh managing a small gust of air to escape his mouth. His presence was a side effect, to say the best. An event coming to place as he was heading home, from the store. Though, he could not deny the pleasant scent of hot chocolate emanating from the cup in his hands, a addition accompanying the gingerbread cookies offered in stall and home. Christmas, it was a time of year considered magical, and full of delight. Though, as cliche as the scene was, Winter did not consider it a chapter of his life worth a second thought. Hades and he had spent the last two years together, and proceeded to watch the fireworks a few days later. It would be a lie to claim comfort a distance from such hearth, and home. Winter enjoyed it, and being together with his beloved friend was all he had wished. 

It brought a thought to mind, if he was to be honest. Winter had yet to buy a gift for Hades. That cat did love presents, and tearing the paper from place was half the fun. Indeed, the image brought laughter to the young author's ears before he proceeded to sip from his cup. This event probably offered something that mischievous feline would like. 

Trailing the passage of stalls, toys and trinkets, Winter traced the various colorful sights in search for that one trinket which would dot his attention. Something out to manage the feat.