I'm so tired of summer

[krampused]

Winter Wonderland Meme



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

‧ post with whatever character you want
‧ responders roll for weather + scenario and get to threading
‧ ???
‧ 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.

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 ‧:❉:‧

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[greatestdisappointment]

[ The awful feeling rising up in her is immediately soothed when Jack squeezes her shoulder. Her breath catches but she's able to keep the air from leaving her mouth and giving herself away. With one touch she feels warm, like everything can and will be right someday. Not today-- she's not delusional. Just... maybe one day.

The mention of the doctors gets her to hiss under her breath. Crossing her arms over her chest she moves over to the couch leaning on the arm rather than taking a seat fully. It's petulant, probably, and yet she's not willing to resign herself fully. She's tired but not enough to show the weakness she feels. ]

They can have their opinions. I know my limitations.

[ Knowing their organization she might just as well call them idiots. But maybe she is too. She's unable to help Jack unload the car and even now, talking to him like this is some sort of domestic coordination (mortifying) she's wasting time, making more work for him.

Then it hits her: the garage. Stupid. ]

Pull it into the garage. [ The opener, one that can only be activated from the inside, is on a shelf near the door leading out to the garage. She nods to it, too tired to make the short trek herself. ]

Liquids aside we shouldn't have to worry about anything else.

[ At least that's some relief she can provide to him. She isn't useless. ]

[bynights]

[ on some level, jack is aware that elsa’s petulance ought to be the source of some kind of concern, maybe even of irritation — although, frankly, he’s not entirely sure that he could ever bring himself to associate that sort of emotion with her. she does need to rest, it’s true, and he will reach a point, he’s sure, when his suggestions will become insistances. but, all the same, he’d be lying if he said it doesn’t stir something warm and fond in his chest to watch her perch herself gracefully on the armrest of the nearby couch, looking more like royalty than a woman who’d been fighting for her life, mere hours ago.

willful to the end is elsa bloodstone, that much jack has come to know in the time they’ve spent together. even like this, she’s a force of nature — and, honestly, he just counts himself lucky to have been granted a front-row seat.

besides, it’s not like she’s wrong. for all their knowledge, jack doubts that the disciples of ammit know much about just how quickly the bloodstone can heal its keeper — and even if they did, elsa’s former profession is such that she’d have to know intimately just how hard she can push herself. maybe it’s a little bit of a gamble to place that sort of decision in the hands of someone so stubborn but jack knows far better than to try arguing with her now

instead, he offers her another smile, nodding as he crosses the room to retrieve the little remote to open the garage from its shelf. ] Okay — just give me a minute, then. [ it’s definitely going to make his life easier to not have to trudge back and forth through the snow, especially with his injured hand. it’s not bothering him too much at the moment, thankfully, but jack is familiar enough with silver burns to know that a lot of strenuous carrying is sure to change that.

a low rumble sounds from outside as he presses the garage opener’s topmost button, no doubt the door already beginning to rise on command. ]

We should probably get a fire going, [ he advises elsa casually over his shoulder as he makes his way towards the front door. ] With old places like this, it usually takes a little while for the thermostat to really start kicking in.

[ there, see? compromise. starting a fire in the fireplace shouldn’t be too taxing for elsa, given the firewood and book of matches he’d already spotted by the hearth — but, it’s also undoubtedly something useful she can do to make this place a little more comfortable, in lieu of helping him unload their perishables from the car. this way, they both win. ]

[greatestdisappointment]

[ She hates hearing the rumble signaling that the garage is opening. It's the start of this chore, this idle task that has been assigned to Jack when he should be resting. Will either of them ever able to be truly at ease ever?

More questions and wasting more time. Elsa's feeling even more selfish now. She's embarrassed at the meager task she's been given but it's essential to their survival.

She gets up and heads towards the fireplace keeping her back towards Jack. ]

Try not to take so long-- [ The words sound harsh too harsh to her for Jack. Anyone else would get them without a second thought. Wincing slightly, she turns to look over her shoulder sheepishly at Jack hoping he hasn't left yet. --please.

[ Still not enough. He needs to be gentle with himself. How can she enforce such an example if she doesn't show the slightest bit of concern she has for him? Frankly? It feels like a tea kettle hissing and ready to boil over. ]

...I'd rather have you inside where I can keep an eye on you.

[bynights]

[ for all that elsa agonizes over the request she makes of him, jack does not, in fact, think twice about it. as a matter of fact, he’s already halfway to offering her a casual reassurance of his alacrity with the task at hand when he catches her eye from his place by the door and pauses, taken slightly aback by the thinly-veiled worry he finds lingering there.

it’s not surprising exactly, not after the day they’ve had. but all the same, jack finds himself equal parts warmed by her concern and more than a little guilty that she’s harboring it at all. ]

I’ll be quick, I promise. [ he tells her, warm and earnest as ever. ] There’s not much we need right now, yeah? And the rest can wait until tomorrow. [ when, god willing, they’re both feeling a little less fragile.

with a final reassuring smile, he slips out the door, cursing under his breath as he’s hit with a fresh gale of icy wind. as promised, he’s quick to make his way down the path to the driveway — eager both to keep his word to elsa and get out of the bitter cold as fast as he possibly can.

by the time jack finishes hauling the more perishable items from the garage to the kitchen, the first flurries of the impending storm have begun to fall. out beyond the lodge’s high windows, the sky continues to darken and the temperature to drop as the afternoon stretches into evening. despite himself, jack can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of relief as, for the final time, the door swings soundly behind him.

not so long ago now, weather like this would have meant spending the night huddling in the backseat of his car or some corner of his safehouse, wrapped in as many layers of clothing as he could afford to spare. ulysses’ hunting lodge may not be designed with the comfort of its inhabitants in mind, but even so there is a part of him that can’t help but anticipate watching the storm from within someplace warm and dry and safe. it’ll be nice — soothing, even, after the day they’d had.

if nothing else, he’s grateful to be finished with his work. it’s freezing outside and though he’d never say as much to elsa, the burn on his palm is already beginning to sting again.

pausing by the door, jack scuffs off the snow clinging to his boots on the mat, shaking the snow from his hair (not unlike a dog) before beginning to shrug off his outerwear: gloves, scarf and finally, the thick wool coat that elsa had, some weeks ago, insisted upon replacing his threadbare jacket with. the rest of his attire - flannel overshirt, knitted turtleneck, well-tailored jeans and a pair of sturdy boots - is similarly the result of her generosity or perhaps just of her spite. after all, what better way to sully her father’s memory than allowing one of the monsters he so despised to put his vast fortune to good use?

god, but she’s been too good to him. too good for him. the restful peace that he’s found in the company of elsa bloodstone is unlike anything jack has ever known — not in the two decades since his life was torn from his grasp and thrown without a care to the jaws of the wolf. frankly, he’s not sure he’ll ever quite understand what he’s done to earn this place in her life, especially after his presence at her father’s funeral has nearly cost her everything.

it’s going to be painful, he thinks, leaving it all behind when this is over.

because that’s just it, isn’t it? today marks the second time that he’s nearly gotten her killed. that hunter with the poisoned knife had been there looking for him, that much is certain, and it was nothing short of pure luck that had allowed the two of them to escape. by now, jack knows that she’ll protect him, that any hunter looking to mount a werewolf’s head on their wall will have to go through her first — but rather than reassure him, that reality weighs all too heavily on his shoulders.

she deserves better than that. better than him. he’ll be forever grateful, of course, for the respite she’s offered him — but hadn’t he known from the beginning that there was no real way it could last?

there’s no need to tell her that now, though. while jack would have liked to imagine that elsa’s practicality might persuade her to agree with him, he knows better than to think she’ll let him leave without a fight and the last thing either of them need is the stress of an argument. right now, the only thing elsa needs to concentrate on is her recovery and once the storm outside has passed… they can start dealing with everything else.

the warm scent of woodsmoke draws his attention to the fireplace and, in tandem, to elsa standing beside it. he’d like to remember her this way, he thinks — with golden firelight caught in her eyes and gleaming off the streaks of crimson in her hair. in the time they’ve spent together, jack has tried his level best to ignore the depth of feeling he possesses for her but god. in moments like this, it’s like trying to force himself to stop breathing.

his features soften as he makes his way over to join her, tugging idly at the bandage around his hand. ] That should be everything. [ everything they need to make it through the night, at least.

in the flickering light of the fire, jack studies her features, frowning slightly as he takes in the pallor of her skin and the hollows sitting beneath her eyes. he can’t imagine he looks much better himself — but, all the same, it pains him beyond words to see her brought so low.

there’s really only one solution for it, he supposes. with a quiet sigh, jack settles down heavily on the sofa, leaning back and, after a moment, patting the spot beside him invitingly. ] Sit with me for a bit? [ see, elsa? he’s resting. now it’s your turn. ]