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 ‧:❉:‧

Comments

[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. ]