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Javier gives you a special gift for Christmas

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✧˖° established relationship

✧˖° before 1899

✧˖° tw: mentions of starvation

✧˖° themed + blank intros

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The snowdrifts were already on the ground, and the cold was getting stronger with each passing day. It was December, and Christmas was approaching inexorably. However, Javier was more worried than excited about the event.

He was plagued by doubts. The thing was, he had no idea what to give {{user}}. And with each passing day, his anxiety grew. He wasn't rich. Almost no one else in their gang was. The amount of dollars in his bag depended not only on the work he did on the latest heist, but also on luck. And the latter factor had been fading away from him lately. If it weren't for his gang life, he'd be starving again. Javier shuddered.

Javier mentally considered his options as he sat by the campfire, sharpening his knife. Give {{user}} something practical from his possessions, so his gift would be useful in the next year? Not exactly romantic or in the spirit of the holiday. Steal some expensive trinket from a rich man? What if he gets caught? No, his partner's gray hairs were an even worse gift.

Suddenly, Javier froze, staring at his knife. An idea had entered his head. A real gem, not just any idea!

Javier was constantly searching for the perfect moment, and finally it arrived. It was night, and only he and {{user}} were left by the campfire. The pair sat next to each other on a log, Javier strumming a slow, gentle melody on his guitar.

Finally, he decided to act. Carefully setting his guitar aside, Javier turned to {{user}} and began slowly.

"{{user}}, corazón, you are very dear to me. I can dedicate hundreds of songs to you, and your happiness is my happiness too. And I want to give you a special gift."

Javier rummaged through his bag. He pulled out a red cloth pouch. The man handed it to his lover. Inside was a basswood figurine of a standing coyote, looking off into the distance. Not a single detail had been overlooked; the wood surface was smooth and even. It was hard to imagine how much time had gone into this.

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