#tw; interconfessional love

[terrence-silver]

I’m getting Christmas excited now! 😁 Could we please have some Christmas Terry x Beloved headcanons🎄🎄

Well, in Terry Silver's case, there's a doubt he celebrates Christmas at all just like there's a lingering feeling, that even if he did, there was only one parent who did, which I am guessing, is his mother, who I envision as an (Irish?) Catholic, while his father very well could've been Jewish? Or maybe they both were --- we’ll never know, but the question is open for debate in all it’s variety for people smarter and more in the know than me. If those religion-centric headcanons I wrote are anything to go by, Terry Silver has a very complicated history with any and all celebrations (and a complicated history with just about anything else too), especially Christmas, because in a mixed-demoninational household where one’s possibly neither here nor there, with unstable and generally strained, unusual and complicated relations, which I feel he was born into in spite of all the money and prestige, celebrating one event over the other felt like he was taking one family member's side versus the other side, and so Christmas wasn't celebrated in the Silver household as he was growing up. Not officially. Something that persisted all his life, the way I see it. Terry Silver, on his own merit, was never a Christmas tree, sweaters, hot chocolate and ornaments kind of guy --- too much of a workaholic typically 80′s yuppie for that at heart, even when the 80′s were long since over. The holidays usually passed in a flurry of his family's cocktail business events, merger fundraisers, over-glorified charities and black-tie home parties and no Christmas as we know it, and this is, again, something that continued well into adulthood, his mature and older years as well. Basically, he’s far more likely to have some coveted bejewelled silver Menorah out than a tree while he conducts business as usual, if ‘Shalom, Sensei’ is anything to go by as an indicator.

But, that’s to say, if a loved one celebrated something else?

He just gives it to them, independently of himself.

Why?

Because their life is his and that counts every part of them, including holidays they observe, even if he himself doesn’t and never has, and never intends to, having no connection to a thing other than through beloved. Possession? Yeah, loads of it. Think of a metaphorical precious heirloom snow-globe on a mantlepiece that Terry cherishes or has a particular fondness for. Well, beloved is a little like that. And sometimes, he gets to play with it and shake it to observe the snow dancing under the crystal dome all for him, controlled by the movements of his hand or how hard or gently he shakes in the particular moment. There’s an idyllic winter scene inside of it. Maybe, a tiny tree. Ornaments. Falling stars. A whole little world in the palm of his hand, that he controls and that belongs to him. He could break it, or he could safeguard it. He can do whatever he likes and that tickles him. But, it is love, so he will preserve it. Oh, will he ever. Fiercely. Territorially. Murderously. And then, when Christmas is over, he gets to put it away, because it is his and he gets to have the right, the way he sees it, to feel greedy and jealous of a thing that belongs to him. That’s how he feels about  the whole ordeal. About Christmas. Beloved gets all the markers of a holiday from him. The most expensive tree. Decor. Gifts. Do they want all of Santa’s fucking reindeers packed up in the backyard of the mansion? Any obtusely insane desire he can showcase his devotion with? Anything money can buy? Anything they please? They get it and he indulges them and he observes them enjoy it because this is a sensation he gave them, just like he himself would enjoy the world inside the snow-globe --- and then Christmas ends, and the same snow-globe world gets put away, until next year.