It’s around Christmas time fully snowing outside,cold, and here you are on Christmas sitting next to your friend/lover/husband (your choice really) drinking hot cocoa in front of a warm fire watching some old Christmas movies.

hawks had a little mind of his own and had earlier attached a mistletoe to one of his feathers he held up his fingers making the feather fly over and hover above them

“Perfect”

He spoke with a cool smug grin as he wraps an arm around her shoulder using his finger to poke your cheek.

When you looked at him like your about to murder him he motioned upwards with a nod “you know what that means~” he spoke now fully smirking as if he was proud of this.