raise your glass . maisie/styx | blitz

Ratmas is one of the few actually fun times of the year — the most wonderful time of the yearrr. (I hate that old song.) Snow falls gently from the sky, painted gray by the winter, blanketing the ground in a sheet of white. I usually despise the cold, but I love the snow, how beautiful and bright it is and turns the world into a wonderland.

The Frays are expecting company today, but most of them haven't returned from whatever the fuck they're doing. I didn't care enough to listen to rest of what they said; all I heard was something about leaving for a few hours and open the door for Maisie if she comes early, or whatever, and something something.

I lounge on the couch by the fireplace, sipping a glass of champagne, of course. I'm always drinking these days — no one's surprised, really.

Suddenly, there is a knock at the door, and I groan. Greaaaat, I think, it's probably my annoying ass family returning from wherever they went. I stand up from my comfortable position on the couch and cross the room to the door. I sigh as I turn the knob, but when I open the door, it reveals Maisie, my cousin.

"Oh, it's you," I sigh in relief. "Come in."