we built this city on broken glass

Frost's gaze shifted away from the book nestled within his own hands to watch as those two children bustled around the christmas tree with excitement. Nadya had told them, countless times, that presents were for after dinner and yet that excitement seemed to know no bounds. How very ...innocent children were to find such joy in something so simple. Frost, in turn, so attempting to remember a time in which he had ever found something so delightful as to be this thrilled about it. Alexander's carrot cake- perhaps. The smallest flicker of amusement so dared to touch his lips before the ever-apathetic stallion returned his attention to his book and the brief quietude he had been afforded. Those members of his pack had all seemed to find something to busy themselves with. Nadya, despite her reservations, seemed to have found satisfaction in cooking, the children were occupied upstairs and Frost, for a brief time, was content to merely be left to his own devices.

He had never truly understood the utter joy a singular day seemed to bring about in people- and for several days prior. His own religion so hardly engaged within that holiday in the same fashion and yet the equine had seen little need to impose upon the evident happiness it seemed to bring the children and the other members of his pack- even if much of that day was lost upon him. Frost, quite simply, unused to this amount of ...fuss. The equine had, in turn, seen little need to mention his own birthday- that date falling neatly upon christmas eve. If only for fear Nadya might attempt to throw him some sort of party. The Alpha distinctly inclined not to enjoy such things. Such emotional...frivolity once more lost upon the often apathetic steed. Frost inclined to find the emotions connected with christmas as confusing as those connected with birthdays and as such they were better ignored altogether. His own lack of enthusiasm however was kept entirely to himself. Frost seeing little need to displease either his mate or her children when they s clearly enjoyed that holiday season.

The sudden sound of the doorbell prompted his violet gaze t shift upward. Frost distinctly aware of just who was at that door well before he rose to answer it. The simple feel of another Alpha within his own territory was ...difficult to ignore. Frost easily put his book to the side before rising to his feet. One hand lifted easily to push aside the white blond of his hair, his violet gaze shifting briefly to Nadya as he moved to pass the kitchen and step into the hall. Frost content to answer that unspoken question within his own mates mind.

"It's your brother. When we talked about inviting him you said to invite him at this time, so I did."

That Tetradore had agreed to come had been surprising in itself. That difference of opinion between Nadya and her brother was well known to him and yet Frost had come to find his fellow Alpha an agreeable sort of being. One he simply ...understood far better than he understood most. Nadya's issues with her brother were surely her own. Frost, in this, content to remain neutral in respect for both those beings. The stallion moved to reach for that front door then before turning the handle to open it, the Alpha stepping neatly to the side to admit his companion into the warmth of the home. Frost allowed a momentary simper to find his features as he nodded that greeting.

"Tet. You coming in?"

Frost shifted forward to close the door behind the other Alpha then before gesturing up the hall and toward that kitchen and living room where the rest of his own pack was likely to begin gathering as they arrived.

"You want a drink? The drinking is the only part of these holidays I understand."

A flicker of amusement found his features then, the stallion moving to lead the way into his home.

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