❄ it's quiet and the snow's beautiful tonight → a winter open meme
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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.
[She had woken to the lightest traces of white falling outside, barely enough to make a sound, and yet a fair amount had piled by the sill during the night. Éowyn was no stranger to snow, and yet there was something wondrous about it this time.
It was the first snow of the winter, and the first snow since the fall of Mordor, since the ring had been destroyed. The first snow since her beloved uncle Théoden had been gone, and the first she saw outside of Rohan. It carried with it a kind of purity and hope that others before hadn't, and just for that it seemed whiter than anything when she rose from her bed and approached the window.
Her marriage date was fast approaching and it seemed as if everyone expected her to sit idly by and do nothing of her days, and it made her feel ever so restless. She would do no such thing, of course, and as she looked outside she was quickly overcome by the need to feel the snow with her bare hands, and so she did not wait for aid in getting dressed. In a short while, once she was looking proper and her hair fixed and combed into a fine braid, she stepped out of her room and down the halls, finding Faramir standing by the doors that led outside, and she smiled.] My love! I woke to snow outside.
[ It is the first time in many years that he remembers feeling a sense of pride in his responsibilities. A freedom knowing that the man who now occupies Gondor's throne does not see a ghost, nor wishes for a replacement. The Steward breathes easier now, the darkness of his troubled youth tempered by the hand of a healer.
Faramir is a man finally come into his own, serving his beloved city to the exclusion of almost everything else.
He's loitering near one of the archways leading outside, palace kitchens behind him and lending their warmth to the expanse of his shoulders, when Eowyn finds him. She is the exception to the Steward's single-mindedness; a bright, steely sun around which his quieter disposition is content to circle.
When she speaks up, he turns, mouth curving into a faint smile, smoothing out worry lines and lending a more youthful air to his features. ]
It has been falling for hours, my lady. Did you sleep well?
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bakerstreet2014-03-03 05:34 pm
Hope this works, but let me know otherwise.
It was the first snow of the winter, and the first snow since the fall of Mordor, since the ring had been destroyed. The first snow since her beloved uncle Théoden had been gone, and the first she saw outside of Rohan. It carried with it a kind of purity and hope that others before hadn't, and just for that it seemed whiter than anything when she rose from her bed and approached the window.
Her marriage date was fast approaching and it seemed as if everyone expected her to sit idly by and do nothing of her days, and it made her feel ever so restless. She would do no such thing, of course, and as she looked outside she was quickly overcome by the need to feel the snow with her bare hands, and so she did not wait for aid in getting dressed. In a short while, once she was looking proper and her hair fixed and combed into a fine braid, she stepped out of her room and down the halls, finding Faramir standing by the doors that led outside, and she smiled.] My love! I woke to snow outside.
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Faramir is a man finally come into his own, serving his beloved city to the exclusion of almost everything else.
He's loitering near one of the archways leading outside, palace kitchens behind him and lending their warmth to the expanse of his shoulders, when Eowyn finds him. She is the exception to the Steward's single-mindedness; a bright, steely sun around which his quieter disposition is content to circle.
When she speaks up, he turns, mouth curving into a faint smile, smoothing out worry lines and lending a more youthful air to his features. ]
It has been falling for hours, my lady. Did you sleep well?