#it's christmas eve. post the passionflower wedding fic when they least expect it.

[the-fruit-bucket]

The airport is cramped and bustling when they leave the plane, morning sunlight reaching through the skylight in the ceiling as they gather and search the whole place for their cargo. Rather, their few onboard backpacks and their one enormous group suitcase—most of them aren’t exactly sticking around for very long after the ceremony and the reception.

It's strange to be in Ukraine again after having lived in Canada for so long. It's similar weather and similar people, but the change in language around him is enough to make him stop in his tracks from the weight of the nostalgia. But he can't be loitering around at a time like this—there are people in the airport who are waiting for him.

Mischa and Talia finally get married, just like they promise they were going to.