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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

[nerdvamp]

[ Simon could still see in the darkness, but he was still low-key a little freaked out about the cabin because this is exactly how all horror movies started. A young couple looking for a romantic haven that usually ends up butchered by some psychopath.

I mean, yeah-- things had changed and Simon was technically immortal now but did that make him fear Jason Voorhees any less? Nah. ]

My hero! [ He said, holding onto her arm and looking around the house for something that could be useful, until he spotted the old fashioned wood chimney in the middle of the room. ]

Hey-- look, maybe we can light a fire and get you dry. You're going to catch a cold.

[gingerbiscuits]

[ Clary shined her light toward the chimney and the small pile of ancient, dusty wood beside it. There wasn't much left behind in the little house, but there were things scattered here and there. It was worth a search, and she was willing to bet a fire was achievable.

She nodded and shrugged off her jackets. Her clothes were almost completelt soaked anyway--there was no point keeping the jackets on. ]

Yeah, you're right. I'll search the house for blankets or anything else helpful and you start the fire?

[nerdvamp]

I'm on it

[ Simon began his search for logs or wood or anything that could help him get this started. This was likely turning into Until Dawn and he definitely wasn' ready to get eaten.

He knew how stupid it was for him of all people get nervous about a possible monster following them so he put himself to work.

He found logs, kindling and newspapers around the room. He lit the Kindling and hoped the logs would catch.]

[gingerbiscuits]

[Clary began her search through the house, holding the witch light in front of her to light the way. The bathroom boasted almost nothing but a plastic shower liner and an old toothbrush in the medicine cabinet--she supposed towels were kind of too much to hope for anyway. The next rooms were bedrooms; one still had an empty bedframe and an old oak dresser with nothing but a handful of stray socks in one drawer.

The other bedroom had a full length mirror that scared Clary so much upon sight she almost shrieked--almost. Instead, she just gave a loud gasp before realizing it was just her reflection staring back at her. ]

Sorry!! I'm fine! It's just a mirror.

[ She walked past it, glancing at it uneasily, and headed over to the double doors on the far side of the room. They opened up to a small walk in closet with a couple empty hangers dangling off the bars. On the shelving over head, there was a small stack of afghans crocheted from bright, garish yarn. She stood up on her toes and tugged them down.

She headed back to the living room and tossed the afghans on the ground near the fire. ]

I saw there's like a office-slash-library kind of room--want me to check it out? I think there's a basement door off the kitchen too...

[nerdvamp]

[ so far the fire was low but steadily growing, he was happy all those years being a boyscout came in handy after all those survival training camps.

He saw Clary coming back with two thick pieces of knit blankets. They weren't much but they'd at least do in keeping her warm.]

No, I'll go. You should stay here near the fire and try to warm up.

[ he stood and shower her the fire, feeling quite accomplished with himself.

Probably not a great time for that, Lewis. ] I'll risk my chances of finding a collection of preserved organs in Mason jars. This is still Western Mass, after all.

[ maybe it wouldn't be that bad.

Maybe.

He stepped into the hall toward the kitchen. ]

[gingerbiscuits]

[ Clary grinned and gave Simon a little clap of appreciation for his boy scoutery with the fire. She was impressed, actually--of all the things she had learned to do, that still wasn't one.

She wasn't sure it was a great idea to let Simon go downstairs on his own. There was a part of her that still reeled at letting him go too far out of sight after all that happened.

But it wasn't as though he didn't know how to take care of himself.

Still... ]

I mean--another couple minutes being wet and cold won't kill me? Are you sure you wanna go on your own?

[nerdvamp]

[ he smiled at Clary and winked before venturing into the kitchen.

Truth be told, he was scared and nervous but he still wouldn't let her go, not when she was freezing to the bone. ]

You could get pneumonia, Fray! Or bronchitis! Its better if you stay here. I'll be fine!

[ okay he wasn't sure if he'd be fine but that ship has sailed.

He found the door to the basement and pulled it open, he could hear the sounds of the storm echoing from the bottom of the stairs. God speed, pilgrim.

He walked down the stairs and all he could smell was dust and humidity. He kept wondering down until he reached the botton. There were boxes, tons of boxes. ]

[gingerbiscuits]

[ Clary smiled and rolled her eyes affectionately, then turned back to the blankets and the fire. The risk of pneumonia under these conditions was nothing to sneeze at, she guessed, but still.

It was fine, it was just a spooky house in the middle of a blizzard and she and Simon had just watched too many horror movies, that was all. She pulled her sweater up over her head, peeled off her damp cami, and stepped out of her jeans, laying them all neatly in front of the fire.

And then she determinedly did NOT think about all the girls in underwear killed in horror movies. There were no psychos up here. Or wendigos. Just snow. And weird creaky sounds that were probably just the wind or whatever...

Clary wrapped herself in blankets and sat close to the fire. Blanket-covered girl never got killed in movies, right? ]

[nerdvamp]

[ The air down in the basement was heavy and thick, it smelled of humidity and wet wood. It was dark, really dark.

And well okay, Simon was a vampire and he was technically immortal. However the idea of being slashed or chopped was not any less frightening. He still felt creeped out by the notion of him and Clary being stranded in the middle of nowhere, regardless of their current superhuman abilities.

Simon went through most of the boxes and found basically nothing useful. Lots of self help books and vegan cookbooks. Some very poorly done pottery, and probably the biggest collection of glass swans Simon had ever seen.

Yikes.

He went back up, empty handed and deeply unsettled. Whoever lived here was definitely potential towards becoming a serial killer. He found Clary draped in knit blankets and sitting near the fire. No longer wearing her wet clothes.

And Simon was just maybe high key upset that he couldn't produce any body heat.

Okay, really upset. ]

I think you're better off not knowing what down there.

[gingerbiscuits]

[ Clary would be lying if she said she wasn't glad to find Simon coming back in one piece and also not being chased by a chainsaw wielding maniac or something. The look on his face told her all she really needed to know about that basement, so she nodded.

No arguments here. It had to be basically only psychos that voluntarily lived under conditions like this.

She opened her blankets and reached up for him. Simon was almost definitely a walking ice pack right now, but the fire had grown to a decent size--it wasn't like she was going to get hypothermia from being close to him. That wasn't how hypothermia worked.

Right? Either way-- ]

I'm sorry if you had to look at pickled organs. Come here, with me.

[nerdvamp]

[ Simon looked to either side of the room and pointed at himself.]

I'm literally freezing, Fray. You're not going to get warmer with me sitting next to you. But--

[ He said as he started to unbutton his soaked plad. He tossed his shirt aside and unzipped his jeans-- all the while making a ridiculous beat. Just like that one Until Dawn scene. He knew Clary needed no explanation for this.

He sat down next to Clary, ideally hed keep the contact to a minimum and not make her colder than she already was.

Buuut Simón really hadn't been successful in staying put when it came to her. ]

Is this better?

[gingerbiscuits]

[ Clary laughed at the show Simon was putting on and gave him a wolf whistle for his efforts. Much like Jess, he had all the natural advantages anyone could handle. ]

I don't wanna be warm more than I wanna be next to you!

[ She scooted closer to him, pulling him into the blankets with her. His skin was icy against hers and she felt the goosebumps break out all over her, but she wrapped him up with her and took his freezing hands in hers. ]

This is better.

[nerdvamp]

Hey.
[Simon smiled before he leaned in to kiss Clary's lips. He knew she would endure the cold and Simon felt less guilty as she scooted closer. She was warming up at least, hopefully Simon could warm up enough not to make her cold. ]

I love you.


[ he wrinkled his nose and saw her skin quickly react due to his proximity. Simon was quickly getting used to being stranded in a snow storm in the middle of nowhere. ]

[gingerbiscuits]

No way! I love you, too!

[ Clary wrinkled her nose back at Simon, mimicking his expression, and laughed. She knew he couldn't help being a worrywart, but it was cute anyway.

She leaned up and kissed him on the mouth again, reaching up and pressing a hand against his cheek. ]

Do you really not feel how cold you are? Like at all? Sometimes I feel like sitting on top of you like a hen or something...

[nerdvamp]

[ Simon rolled his eyes, the idea of Clary sitting on his back trying to warm him up was too cute. But in actuality he didn't really think of would work, his body was cold always, the only brief exception was when he fed, and the blood had to be body temperature. It lasted about a minute and then he came back to feeling cold again.

Not that he was really aware of how cold he felt, to him it was just normal. He did felt self conscious when he was with others, especially in an intimate way. So...mostly when he was alone with Clary.

He leaned into Clary's hand and hummed. ]

No. Not really until I come into contact with something hot, like now.

[gingerbiscuits]

[ Clary grinned and shrugged. She couldn't help it--it was still kind of new, Simon being perpetually cold and undead. It was instinctual to want to wrap herself around him.

Uh--not like that. Well, yes like that but--

Anyway. ]

So, when you come into contact with blood too, then? Are you gonna, like, feed on me one day?

[ It was forbidden by the Accords, of course, but she was pretty sure Izzy had gone there with Raphael and lived to tell the tale. Or not tell, as the case may be.

Clary wasn't sure how to feel about the concept of "feeding," really. It sounded mostly painful and strange, but Jace had been twice as reticent as Izzy about it after he'd rescued Simon. ]

[nerdvamp]

[ Simón definitely did not expect that as an answer. He looked at Clary, clearly shocked by the implication.

Or was he. It wasn't like he hadn't though about but before, when he could barely control his hunger and had been stuck with Clary in that cell. Simon had his own ways to deal with the unwanted crazy vampire cravings. ]

Yes when I come in contact with blood and absolutely not, never

[ not only was it illegal but Simon would rather die first.]

This isn't like true blood, Clary. I can't just do that!

[gingerbiscuits]

Well--I don't know! You're kind of my only source of vampire info! Everyone else is super tight-lipped about it!

[ Most of what she knew that didn't come from Simon or else a heavily biased source was just what the Iron Sisters had told her and Izzy about Yin Fen.

She grinned at him, good-natured, and shrugged. ]

I'd let you, though. If that was something you wanted. I'm not scared, even if it isn't like True Blood.

[nerdvamp]

[ Simon sat there, stunned and looking like he'd been struck by lightning. Of course he'd thought about it, especially in the beginning of it all.

He didn't really know what to say to that. He couldn't deny that now that he wanted to do it, he'd wanted to since he was turned. ]

But-- aren't you worried about getting hooked on the bite?

[gingerbiscuits]

[ Clary shook her head automatically. No way--getting hooked on vampire venom meant using Simon. It was abusive, and Clary couldn't even begin to imagine herself letting that happen. ]

You're way too important for me to let you become a drug to me. I'd rather die, seriously. But if that's something that scares you, that's totally fair. I really was just wondering if it was something you wanted.

[ Far be it from Clary to pressure Simon into anything--especially something as delicate as the topic of drinking blood. ]

For me, I'm not scared of anything from you.

[nerdvamp]

[ Simon raised his brow, Clary Fray was truly the most fearless, badass person he'd ever met. And if Simon believed in someone not getting addicted to the bite by any means-- it most certainly would be her.

She was just made of something stronger, stronger than angel blood or whatever it was shadowhunters were made of.

He swallowed and bit his lip, as if pondering, as if he actually could question the fact that he did want to. Aaaand that he was also scared to really want it. ]

I-- well, I mean I have thought about it a lot but I never expected it to come up? I just assumed it would never happen.

But I kinda do want to? Is that weird?

[gingerbiscuits]

[ Clary smiled and shook her head. Maybe it was weird in a this-is-our-lives now kind of way, but it was kind of just natural for Simon, being as he was, to want to have that level of intimacy with someone he was close to.

Besides, it made more sense for him to bite Clary now rather than risk being stuck in the blizzard with her for an indeterminate amount of time. Who knew when they'd get a chance to defrost anything they brought along? ]

It's not any weirder than you being a vampire and me being a shadowhunter. Let's do it. It's not like we have anything else to do right now anyway.

[nerdvamp]

You mean now?

[ Simon blinked and stared in awe. Clary didn't hesitate to accept it while Simon had barely gathered enough courage to even admit that he had thought about it.

But now, now sounded like just the perfect time to do it. With Clary next to him, they were both almost naked under this... Giant knitted blanket. She was starting to warm up, at least.

Simon bared his fangs and smiled at Clary, giving her one last moment to reconsider, but truly it was his own nervousness that made him hesitate. ]

This may hurt... At first.

[gingerbiscuits]

No time like the present, right?

[ Clary grinned reassuringly, though she felt a little nervousness in the pit of her stomach too. Mostly, it was just nervousness for trying something new--pain wasn't something that frightened her anymore.

Especially not from Simon.

She pulled her hair over her shoulder and tipped her head to offer her neck to him. ]

Do you want it like this or...? I mean, I know you don't want feet.

I SAID GODDAMM THIS WAS THE PERFECT TTIME

[nerdvamp]

This is... perfect.

Hold still.
[ Simon brushed Clary's hair off her shoulder, tucking it behind her ear. He licked his lips, he could tell just where Clary's pulse was beating in her jugular.

He opened his mouth and leaned forward, his hand resting on the side of Clary's face as he sunk his fangs in trying to be as careful as possible. The bite was easy, even with his unsteady hands, slowly the blood started flowing through and filled his mouth.

He knew exactly what was to come and yet it wasn't enough to prepare him. The taste, the smell and the warmth were incomparable and it was hard not to drink too fast.]