let me dream

[gens]

❄ it's quiet
and the snow's beautiful tonight → a winter open meme

snowfall;

stage i; none, streets are already blanketed in white.
stage ii; very light and intermittent.
stage iii; light - moderate. lasts longer periods.
stage iv; continuous, heavy snowfall.
stage v; the hardest of cores - blizzards, snowstorms, you name it.

scenarios;

① fuck the police, this is the best time for a walk. hope you've got a nice thick coat on.

② stranded in the buttcrack of nowheresville? weren't you watching the time? now you've gone and missed that last bus out of there. or maybe you're lost, somehow. what do?

③ literally chilling, in this weather, is quite easy to do. sitting around relaxing in it is a wee more difficult, but sometimes much more enjoyable, especially if shelter can be found. the snow is beautiful to watch, after all.

④ the weather's not going to stop you. your snow fort's packed full of ammo and ready to go. those aren't snow angels over there; they mark where the poor souls you've downed have fallen. be careful with that snowman's head!!

⑤ you're about fifty miles from civilization but there's a roof over your head, so never mind the chilly draught, right? right. you mightn't be the only one lucky enough to stumble upon this little shelter, though. remember to share the blanket.

⑥ everyone stuck outside should be jelly. you've got a fireplace and hot cocoa and damn if it isn't awesome. a heater's not quite so romantic, but it'd do. there'd better be a backup generator in case the power trips.

⑦ mix and match, or make up your own.

- from krystaliske @ memebells

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Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | OTA

[teenyoda]

stage iv -> 1

[nukeoleptic]

[ Yeah pardon her while she sneaks up behind Stiles in the heavy snow and shoves a snowball down the back of his pants. ]

[teenyoda]

[Excuse him while he shrieks like a girl and dances around, trying to pull his pants out enough to let the snow fall down his legs and out the cuffs. He turns around, glaring.]

Really? Really?

[nukeoleptic]

[ Her smile is so wide that it hurts her cheeks a little in the cold. ]

Wasn't me! It was Isaac.

[teenyoda]

Isaac's not even here, Jade. You know who is? You.

[nukeoleptic]

Isaac ran away while you were dancing like a drunk frog.

[teenyoda]

[Stiles looks around them. He looks at the footprints around himself and the ones around Jade. And the lack of others.]

Right.

[See that? That's him not believing a word out of her lying lie hole.]

[nukeoleptic]

[ She blinks innocently at him through snowy eyelashes. ]

.. he got the flight power. He flew away. God, Stiles, you should really be a little less mistrusting!

[teenyoda]

Enh, wrong. He has shadow powers and you've got snow on your mittens.

[nukeoleptic]

I do?

[ Jade looks surprised, even as she slowly leans down to scoop up more. ]

[teenyoda]

Don't even think about it, Jade...

[Guess what? All the snow around her is now melted. All of it. In a six foot radius. She's now standing in a puddle. Ha, ha. Jade. Ha. Ha.]

[nukeoleptic]

[ .... !!!!!! ]

Hey!

[teenyoda]

What?

[Innocent]

So much mix and match. This was coming.

[adamo]

The snow was coming down steadily though not heavily. It was starting to build up, mostly in drifts in the shadows, on the side of the road away from traffic. There were a lot of options that Lyndon could use to keep himself busy that afternoon, but words from Alan kept haunting him. There was only one way he could prove his best friend wrong.

Making up hot cocoa, he filled a thermos with it and slid that warm metal tube into a backpack with two stoneware mugs and a tin of cookies. Sliding into an outfit more befitting the weather, including a silk sweater and a thigh length wool coat that he buttoned up to the scarf about his throat.

He drove to the Stilinski house, glad to see the sidewalk cleared and salted as he headed up to the door and knocked sharply.

You rebel

[teenyoda]

Of course the sidewalk was salted and cleared. As if the sheriff of the town could have an unkempt and potential legal disaster on his doorstep. Even if that meant that he forced his son into slave labor to do that. He'd only finished an hour ago and was currently bundled up on the couch in layer upon layer of blankets, trying to regain the feeling in his toes. He thought he might be able to feel the baby toe again just as he heard a knock at the door.

"For the love of..."

Taking two blankets with him, he made his way to the door as a human blanket burrito, a choice he regretted when he opened the door and looked up to see who the hell was interrupting his warm up time. Cue one look of blank surprise. "Lyndon?"

More like stalker

[adamo]

He wasn't even sure what to say, how to handle this. All he had heard in his head all morning was Alan, and that maybe it would be nice to be around someone that didn't take him for granted, and wasn't his best friend.

"Am I... did I wake you up," he asked, looking over the blankets. "I had actually thought you might want to go for a walk or something." He held up the bag he carried. "I've got cocoa."

He winced internally. This was why he wasn't dealing with dating right now. "Okay, that sounded kind of like someone that isn't me. Invite me in, Stiles," he said, smiling widely.

I have a piece of paper that says forty feet, man.

[teenyoda]

He took a moment to blink at Lyndon standing on his doorstep. Lyndon Martin. On his doorstep. The bag being held up with cocoa had his brows winging up in surprise, as did the offer and the... was that concern?

Ah, wait, there it was. That was the Lyndon he was used to. He shuffled back, trying not to trip on the blankets as he opened the door wider. "Sleeping? Oh, no. No I was, um, warming up. Did the walk earlier and my toes..." He needed new boots, clearly.

"Come in." He almost tipped over, but he managed to right himself in time. Why the hell was Lyndon at his house with cocoa?

[adamo]

Recovering himself, putting behind him the talk with Alan and focusing instead on this moment, he couldn't help but take the offer, slipping inside with a careful movement. Barely brushing against Stiles, glancing at him sidelong, just to see what that did.

"I should have you come over and do my walk," he teased, nudging Stiles. "Where to?"

[teenyoda]

"Ha, only if I'm allowed to thaw my feet inside after." Which he'd do if Lyndon asked, because he was just that sad. Shut up.

He started to shuffle towards the couch, the pile of blankets sitting there in testament of his activities. "Um, grab a seat if you want. Just push the blankets down."

This was so surreal.

[adamo]

"Only if you don't use Prada to do it," he said with a smirk. "Keep your feet warm, that is."

He followed, glancing around curiously. "You really are freezing, aren't you?"

Slinging the pack off his back, he pulled out the thermos, handing it to Stiles. "I've got mugs too," he said, getting them out. "You can pour?"

[teenyoda]

"I don't know if he'd let me." He'd never actually met Lyndon's dog before and he wasn't sure if the thing would bite him or not.

He looked at the blankets, kicking at one to move it over. "Um, yeah. I was out for a while and I just... yeah." He reached out for the thermos, looking at Lyndon like he'd been smacked upside the back of the head. Lyndon was having cocoa with him? Was he actually awake?

"Um, sure. Yeah. Uh, sit down?"

[adamo]

"Probably not. He's not much of a fan of most people. Never even Jackson." He pursed his lips, taking a seat and perching there with a curious look at Stiles. "I guess maybe that should have told me something."

Setting the mugs on the table, he waited for Stiles to pour.

"So..." He wasn't sure where to go with this. Oh wait. "How long did you know without telling me?" Not the best opener but he was curious.

[teenyoda]

He wasn't going to say anything about Jackson. Except that maybe it was because Jackson was an asshole and dogs could sense that. Nope, he'd keep that to himself.

Moving over to sit on the couch, he unscrewed the thermos and poured out two mugs for them, still a little unsure what was going on. He almost spilled when Lyndon said that, but he caught himself at the last moment.

"Know what?" Yes, he was playing dumb. Shut up.

[adamo]

He could imagine what Stiles was thinking about the dog and Jackson. He can't say he hadn't thought it himself, but now with Jackson gone and so much in their lives changed, he wasn't going to let the rosey tint he'd given their romance wane.

He also wasn't going to accept that answer.

"You're really playing that card when the cat is out of the bag, and we've burned the bag so it can't go back in?"

[teenyoda]

"There's a cat in a bag? Gee, someone should let it out." He looked anywhere but at Lyndon, picking up one of the mugs and taking a sip. "Good cocoa. Did you make it yourself?"

Distractions. Distractions were good.