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

[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.

[adamo]

He chuckled, not upset but amused. "Someone suggested I take you with me. So I couldn't help but be curious how your tastes ran."

[teenyoda]

He let out a weak laugh. "You've seen how I dress. That's where my tastes lie, but I've always liked what you've worn. It looks good."

[adamo]

"To be honest, Stiles, we both know you've made it obvious you like what I wear," he said, voice teasing and light, flirting even.

[teenyoda]

He blushed, eyes dropping back down to his cup as he smiled a little. "Yeah, well... it looks good."

[adamo]

"It's nice to be appreciated," he admitted softly. "Especially lately when it doesn't seem that many do." The last he hadn't even meant to say, a thought that came to him too often but there it was, out and in the open.

[teenyoda]

"That's just crazy. Everyone notices what you wear. Half the kids at school use you as their personal fashion guide."

[adamo]

He looked to Stiles. "Not just talking in a fashion sense kind of way, but thank you." And this was another road he hadn't expected to go down. "I was talking more of people that know me and didn't appreciate what I did for them enough." Like Jackson. He's speaking directly of he who shall not be named.

[teenyoda]

"Oh. Well... some people are assholes." He was perfectly fine with insulting Jackson. He'd do it to his face if he could. Asshole.

[adamo]

For Lyndon it still didn't explain how it had all fallen apart just as he was starting to find out what was going on.

"That isn't something that changed since I started dating him,' he said with a chuckle. "He was always an asshole."

[teenyoda]

"Yeah, but his assholishness was amplified after he got bitten. He became a weredouche."

[adamo]

"He turned into a giant lizard with no will of his own. You can't count that against him," Lyndon said, automatically defending Jackson as he always had.

[teenyoda]

"Right. And he turned into a giant lizard with no will of his own after pestering Derek to bite him against everyone trying to warn him off of it. And after all that crazy bullshit and he finally gets what he wants, he up and leaves to London because he can't handle not being top dog in the pack." That Stiles had no love for Jackson wasn't exactly a secret.

[adamo]

"It's not easy adjusting from that when you're entire world is turned upside down," he pointed out, though he was less talking about Jackson than himself. "Some of us just adjust to it better than others."

Though he wasn't even sure why he was defending Jackson, why he couldn't bring himself to stop doing that.

[teenyoda]

"It was his choice, Lyndon. It wasn't like he didn't have everything before. He just couldn't share it." It was that need of his to be better than everyone else that had him going for the bite.

[adamo]

He shifted, straightening where he was sitting there against the corner of the couch. "Do you know I never told him I was bitten? Never seemed the right time, and I still never was certain how much of what I remembered was him actually treating me like that or if it was ... If it was someone else in my head." He just didn't like saying his name. It was enough thinking about what happened that night on the field.

"How long did you stay there at the hospital?"

[teenyoda]

"He knew. When you went missing, we asked him to help look for you and he wouldn't. He didn't care." And that had been another peg in the 'fuck you, Jackson' coffin for Stiles.

The question had him looking back down at his mug. "Um, until you left it."

[adamo]

He shook his head. "I know he knew I was attacked, but..." His hand went to his side again. "Nevermind. Doesn't matter."

It still was a confusing point that Jackson had become the kanima, and Scott the wolf he was, but Lyndon had just... stayed Lyndon. It still confused him, and he hated being confused.

"Why?" He blurted out the question before he could stop himself. Yet now he wondered so much more about Stiles and that night. "Why would you put yourself through that?" He knew he answer. Everyone knew the answer but he wanted to hear how Stilinski worded it. Not because he wanted to hear him say it but because he knew how he'd treated him and how he'd treat someone that treated him that way. Except Jackson.