A Christmas For Cynthia - Chapter 1 (Christmas Special)

Greetings & Happy December!

As I announced the other day, this year I am doing a Christmas special for DNA Valkyrie with Cynthia!

I will be releasing chapters of this Holiday special each week during the entire month of December, ramping up to Christmas Day!

This special will focus on Cynthia and her Christmas spirit.  

I hope you will enjoy it.

A Christmas For Cynthia. By Camille Juteau.

Chapter 1

Cynthia Widdowfield never had the most vivid and vibrant Christmas spirit.

As far as she could remember, she always had a tricky relationship with any holiday in general, and that without a doubt went back to her difficult relationship with her Mother.

It always went back to her Mother with her in some way or another. 

She had, to be honest, work had been kicking her ass lately. With all these recent cases she had been working on, she found herself with no time to take care of herself. She was close as to being burned out as she could ever be and this had not happened to her in years. She desperately needed a break and Christmas was around the corner… 

That December, white snow was falling abundantly and gracefully from the sky in Québec, Canada and while Cynthia didn’t necessarily appreciate the cold, she sure knew how to enjoy the festive spectacle that this calming snow provided. 

When some of the snow softly and tranquilly landed in her long, blue hair, the white snow perfectly matched the Wintery aesthetic of this time of the year with the specific blue shade of her hair. 

This year, Cynthia didn’t ever want to admit that she needed to take a break during Christmas, even though, she was, indeed, burned out. But it was a lot harder to admit this kind of thing… 

“So, are you excited?” Cynthia heard the voice of Quentin, the triceratops man coming up behind her, joining her in the cold street of the city as the beautiful white snow fell in slow-motion from the sky. He came to her right and began walking with her.

“About?” Widdowfield legitimately had no idea what he meant by that.

“About our retreat,” he bluntly tried to remind her.

“The retreat?” But Cynthia still wasn’t following.

“I told you about this many times and you agreed to come. Trix is giving us a few days off from work and I’m bringing you with me out of the city for those few days. We are leaving as soon as tonight,” Quentin had to spell everything out for her, so she would finally remember.

“Oh! That! Now, I remember, so you were serious about that stuff? No, it’s a big no, I am not interested in stopping work, even for a day, even if Trix is giving us a break. It doesn’t affect me.” 

“You have to be kidding me, right? You are burned out. You work too much. You’re coming with me. I’m taking you by force,” he said to her with a tongue-in-cheek expression written all over his face. 

“Quentin…”

“As I said, everything is already arranged and we’re leaving tonight. There’s no way I’m not bringing you with me, so be ready for it!” Quentin said to her, casually warning her as he wrapped his big and strong arms around her, hugging her. Now, hugs weren’t exactly Cyntrhia’s favourite thing in the world, but she still allowed herself to be hugged by him. She was easily seduced by Quentin and this didn’t change today. 

Widdowfield blushed.

She was flustered. This was how he was making her feel. 

“So, you’re going to take me by force? Is that it?” she said to him with a seductive and almost teasing tone in her voice. She was being swayed by him and his “offer” more and more.

“Something like that. Trust me. We’ll have a blast,” he told her. 

“Alright, then…” She caved in. 

Quentin became kind and cozy with her in the street. His two main horns went on each side of her head, never touching her head and he leaned it, so he could kiss the side of her head. He kissed her blue hair.   

“I just want to spend Christmas with you, this year, Cyn,” it truly seemed like this was all that mattered to him.

Christmas… 

Cynthia didn’t know what to think of all this festivity. 

***

The weather evolved later that day when it was time to go… 

The snow picked up and there was a lot more of it falling from the glacial white sky…

It wasn’t exactly a storm yet, and Cynthia didn’t want it to become one either. Not while they were travelling, at least. After they were there? Sure, why not, but now she was in the car and they were on the road. Quentin was behind the wheel and she was sitting to his right. 

“Why do you like Christmas so much, Quentin?” Cynthia finally broke the silence and asked one of those questions that she had been meaning to ask him since the beginning of December.     

“Why do I like Christmas? What’s not to like about it?” he replied to her.

“It’s a fucking mess. It’s always about consumerism and selling more useless junk,” she folded her arms together and made her point crystal clear. 

“Not to me. It never was. I grew up poor. Still am. But Christmas to me was always about family,” he explained to Cynthia.

That’s another reason why I do not like this freaking day… She thought.  

“Sure… Family…” 

“Hey, I always considered you my family, Cyn. You know that right?” he looked at her for a moment as he was driving, making eye contact with her to make sure she was alright. She appreciated it, but that didn’t mean that she liked Christmas any more than she did before and that also didn’t mean that she was enjoying this conversation, at all.

“Yeah…” 

The blue-haired detective had no idea what else to say at this point. 

***

When they finally arrived at the cabin in the woods outside of the city, Cynthia discovered a place she had never seen before… This location was deep in the woods and was a gorgeous Wintery sanctuary where nature reigned supreme.

The cabin in question was not big, but it was the coziest little home made of wood she had ever seen in her life. 

“So, what do you think?” he asked her as he carried all of her bags with him since he was more than strong enough to carry all of their stuff at the same time.

“It’s… Like a fairy tale…” Cynthia admitted, and this was the type of thing she didn’t say too often…