bakerstreet | Six More Weeks of Winter, eh?

❄ it's quiet and the snow is beautiful tonight ❄

a winter open meme

1. post with your characters (name, canon, preferences in header if desired)
2. responders reply with miscellaneous winter activities and get to threading
(or roll for weather + scenario if so desired)
3. ???
4. profit

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.

potential 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.

Slightly edited and reposted from

memebells. Original winter meme by

krystaliske

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It got easier to deal with, especially having someone to talk to, someone to share the pain with, but it never really went away. The pain of loss, that is. Of losing him.

Some days were better than others for a distraction, and he was getting used to this idea of Irene being here. It was still strictly platonic, the two of them still stuck on that one impossible man, but neither of them had to say that for the other to understand. It was an already known fact.

What he hadn't expected when he'd gone out with her this morning to pick up a few things from a nearby shop, was her laughing at him. Actually laughing because he'd been pelted with a snowball from a bunch of kids who had already run off in another direction. His lips pursed, and he set down the bags he had been carrying.

"Yes, right. Hilarious," he nodded, bending down to scoop up a handful of the freshly fallen snow, and form a decent sized snowball. "Go ahead and laugh, that's fine."

He smiles, like he isn't actually planning on lobbing a snowball at her at all. Uh oh.

And laugh she does, breath misting in the chill air. Something about the situation, the look on his face, the snow crusted on the collar of his jacket and melting in his hair, just strikes her as funny. Especially his face. Surprised at first, then indignant.

It's been so long since she's had something to genuinely laugh about. Living with John is like living in a support group of two. It's comfortable, better than the alternative and they manage well enough, but moments like these are few and far between.

Her eyes widen as he pats together the snowball, all innocence. "I didn't throw it."

"You're absolutely right, you didn't, but I really don't see how that matters when you're the one laughing," he says. He tosses the snowball he's made up in the air experimentally.

Because while he was a bit indignant at being attacked suddenly by a bunch of children, well, he does have a bit of a mischievous side himself, and the idea of this-whatever it is-sounded cathartic at the least.

"Flat's right down there," he points out helpfully. "I could give you a head start if you like."

So that's the way it's going to be? The faux-innocence is replaced by a warning smirk.

"And give you a free shot? No, I don't think so," she replies, with a tone that indicates challenge accepted. Excepting under certain life-threatening circumstances, Irene Adler never runs. Disappears for a while, maybe. Just to be irksome. But that's different.

She ducks down to snatch a handful of her own and compact it into a crisp ball. Still crouched, she fixes him with a calculating look, waiting for the right moment to strike.

It may look like she's taking this too seriously, but that's a front. Inside she's still laughing away.

Six More Weeks of Winter, eh?

Irene Adler | BBC Sherlock

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