winter wonderland;

[gameofsocks]

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

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

they're literally a dumb trope-y in love couple, disgusting

[innoxia]

"A little cocky, don't you think?" She didn't have to see the pout to know it was there, and it made her grin. Just a little. Familiar, anyway, to see the pull of his face like that - she didn't mind it, since it just meant she could pat his cheeks and make him pout a little more before stealing it away with affection.

Draco being hit was a sweet victory she couldn't even crow about because by the time his words had registered his own snowball had arced over the top of her wall to land square on the top of her head before she could dodge it.

"My hair!" was the only thing she said for a moment, followed quickly by "Draco Malfoy!"

(Hopefully he was ready for a renewed vigor in her counterattacks as she flung a few his way in quick succession.)

way too friggin' cute, how dare

[alphaophiuchi]

"Not at all, it's simply realistic." He wished. It was entirely in his dreams, much like the notion of her greeting him home from an outing in nothing but very lacy lingerie. At least that one was slightly attainable, if he played his cards just right and she was feeling playful. But it was true, she always managed to alleviate his pouting with further affection; she never failed to get him to smile.

And if getting pegged by her snowball had been a travesty and a point against him, then hearing her confirm that he had indeed hit her (at the expense of her hair, which could easily be fixed) was a point in his favour. Not that the victory, such as it was, would last long.

He spent a moment punching the air to commemorate it, and probably shouldn't have. The next snowball arced towards him, and he barely dodged it with a squeak of surprise, only to be hit by the second and third. Despite snow clinging to his coat, his hair, and his scarf - sure signs that he was very much losing this battle already - Draco hid a little more behind his little wall, grabbing another couple of snowballs to return fire.

[innoxia]

"Mmmmhm." She worked her best for a balance, maintaining his ego without making it too big. Just right to suit the both of them. It worked for her too, knowing they were both happy like this. Plus, making him feel better afterward was sometimes the best part.

She did crow in victory when her snowballs connected, but after that it was suspiciously silent. Every so often a snowball would pop out from behind the wall toward him but they seemed a bit aimless, easy to dodge.

It was because she was sneaking around out of sight so that she could come up behind him, one arm wrapping around his torso as she tipped her head so that she could press cold lips against the side of his neck, the action affectionate as anything. "Hello darling," she murmured, so close even her eyelashes brushed his skin.

As she used her other hand to casually shove some snow down the back of his coat.

[alphaophiuchi]

He had a feeling that she had some sort of plot in mind here, but he couldn't figure it out for the life of him. He merely kept pitching snowballs off in the direction of hers, frowning to himself before he wondered if something hadn't happened. He was just mildly concerned, wondering if that was a ploy to get him out away from his little fort. Feign injury, get his concerns up, then use that against him. It was too wily, truly.

Of course, his questions were answered quickly enough - she did have a plan, but it was entirely different from what he'd expected. The cold kiss got a sharp sound of surprise, a jolted yelp as he bristled, barely daring to twist around lest he hit her with his head. He ought to have moved, though, because then that snow was going straight down his coat, and he screeched like a small girl.