Content: Not all Christmas time is merry, a slightly more somber occasion.
Location: Maes's Room
Time of day: Evening
Maes had hesitated to do this after the recent explosion, but after making sure the oxygen levels were back to normal and that everything was SAFE again, Maes couldn't resist any longer. He'd found the candles easily enough, they were a familiar Christmas decoration and one he knew the meaning of very well. He had seen it often enough on the holidays, but had never thought he would have to employ it himself.
With great care he set the candle up on his bed-side table that stood near the window. He realized that no one from space would see the candle in the window, but it was the meaning behind the gesture. After making sure the candle was steady, he struck a match and the soft glow of the flame illuminated the room. It was dark, but Maes had forgotten to shut the door so it was not completely so. In fact if anyone were to pass the doorway they might see him sitting on his bed with the candle lit and holding a picture in his hands.
Maes had pulled out a favored picture of his. It was a family photo and one of the more recent ones. He preferred not thinking of it as the last family photo. After all, he felt like he was still alive. He had a pulse and there was no sign of where he had been shot, not to mention he had learned by now that this wasn't heaven. So, if he wasn't dead then maybe, just maybe he could go home. Sure, this would be the first Christmas he HADN'T spent with his baby girl, but Elysia would forgive him he hoped. Gracia would understand too, although may have trouble believing him if he had disappeared without a trace and came back with a story like this.
Leaning over, Maes took his glasses off and set them on the bed-side table, rubbing at his eyes. They burned with tears he refused to shed. He wasn't the only one away from his family right now. He couldn't let himself cry on Christmas, it just wasn't right. Gracia would give him such a scolding if she found out about this. Maes took a deep breath, dropping his hand back to the picture. He could hold on a little longer. He missed his family so much, but he was no stranger to being shipped off to foreign places with no comforts of home. This may not be a war, but Maes could always play the steadfast soldier anyway.
The candle's light flickered, as Maes steeled himself for spending Christmas away from his family and with the thought that it was a distinct possibility he might not even be alive when he returned home...if he could even manage that.