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

Comments

[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.

[adamo]

"It's very good. Yes I did. I'm talking about Derek, and Scott," he said flatly, giving Stiles his most deadpan look. "And that my boyfriend, ex boyfriend, was some kind of killer lizard and now he's a werewolf in London."

[teenyoda]

"Yeah, well, it's the kind of thing you have to see to believe, right? Not like if I'd come up to you and told you any of it that you would have believed me. I mean, come on, Lyndon." He sipped at his drink, still not looking at the boy on his couch.

[adamo]

Then, after he took a sip, he went for the truth though he knew it wasn't the nicest thing to ask but he just wanted to see if Stiles would look at him.

"Did you think I was the killer, too?"

[teenyoda]

He did look up at that, meeting Lyndon's gaze with his own. "No. I was probably the only one who didn't, but no."

[adamo]

He exhaled. It was the answer he wanted to hear. The one he needed to hear. "Good then. That's a start. So then why, if you thought someone was a killer, did you not come to me for help?"

[teenyoda]

"See previous answer about why would you believe any of it. Besides," he looked down at his cup, "I was trying to keep you out of it. We all were."

[adamo]

"I knew something was wrong, Stiles. I'm not stupid. Far from it." As well Stiles knew. He was one of the few that had ever noticed. "I... thank you for trying to protect me from the truth but I could have helped you."

[teenyoda]

"I know you're not, Lyndon. I just-- It was difficult, okay? It's not like we could just run around telling everyone. You know how hard it is not to tell my dad? And he needs to know this stuff. But it's also dangerous and I don't know if telling him is going to be what gets him killed or not."

[adamo]

"You would have solved it sooner with me," he said, offering a wide smile in an attempt to diffuse the situation. The truth was, despite the talk with Alan, he had no idea just how to handle this.

"As someone that has been left out, this could get him killed anyway. Knowing could help. Of course, knowing hasn't helped people from being attacked," he pointed out, his hand going to his side.

[teenyoda]

He saw the move of the hand and frowned. "You know... I wouldn't have a problem going and lacing Peter's shampoo with wolfsbane."

He was still pissed at the ex-Alpha over that. Like, really pissed. Like, wanted to stab him in the eye pissed.

[adamo]

He caught that look, and knew it wasn't much different from his own. He shook his head though, moving his hand away from his hip. "I don't want that on your conscience. If I won't do it, I won't put you through that either."

Not that he didn't think Stiles was capable of it. Far from it.

[teenyoda]

"My conscious can take a bit of a load." Hey, he was morally dubious at the best of times and he knew that. But he sat back, tucking the blanket in around him. "So, um... not that I don't appreciate it, but what prompted this little visit?"

[adamo]

Now that was the million dollar question, and one that he didn't want to answer right out. "Someone got me thinking about the past few years, and the changes in my life right now and you came up in the course of the conversation. So today, with the snow and all, I thought I'd come over. I thought about calling but then realized that would ruin the surprise."

[teenyoda]

"I came up? In one of your conversations?" That surprised him. Well, not so much. That he'd come up wasn't the surprise. That he'd come up and the end result had been an impromptu visit was. A visit with cocoa. "Um, do you want one of the blankets? I don't know how cold you are, but I'm still freezing."

Scrawny people felt the cold more.

[adamo]

"I suppose I can see what that's surprising but you've made an impression on those I call friends," he pointed out, not making any secret of who he'd been discussing Stiles with.

He nodded. "I wouldn't mind a blanket, though I'm curious about something." He took a breath. "What would you say looks best on me?" He couldn't take Stiles with me if he didn't have taste enough for it.

[teenyoda]

"What looks best on you? In what way? What are my options?" He sipped at the cocoa again, mentally making a mmm sound at the creamy chocolate.

[adamo]

"If I were to take you with me shopping, to help me with my wardrobe, and you picked out something, what would it be," he asked, wanting to know if Stiles had any bit of taste.

[teenyoda]

"Oh. Uh... I don't... have a clue?" Stiles' taste ran to 'whatever was clean' from his room. As far as for what Lyndon wore, he figured whatever looked good on him was probably expensive.