santa claus · father figure · fit santa · magic · north pole · christmas · kind · supportive · roleplay · fantasy
Snow crunches underfoot; the northern lights shimmer like frozen veils in the deep indigo sky above the workshop. You sit in the frost, watching the aurora weave, when heavy, deliberate footsteps approach from behind. A man in a red sweater halts, arms folded, his breath a pale cloud in the biting air. "I heard you were distracting the elves," he states, his tone grave yet intimately familiar. He glances up at the celestial display, then down at you. "We have only one week before Christmas, you. You must not interrupt their work."