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bakerstreet2017-10-25 02:47 pm
commemeorate) wrote in bakerstreet2017-10-25 02:47 pm
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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 ‧:❉:‧
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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?
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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. ]
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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? ]
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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.
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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.
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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?
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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.
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[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. ]
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[ 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...
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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.
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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. ]
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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!
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[ 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.
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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?
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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.
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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?
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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.
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[ 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.
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[ 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
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.]
i dont have an icon for this LMAO
[ Whatever Clary had expected, this wasn't it. The bite did not hurt--not even close. It felt like lightning striking her from the point where Simon's fangs made contact all the way down to the tips of her toes. Like really, really pleasant lightning that left her feeling flushed and warm all over, every nerve ending lit up and firing.
She sagged her weight against Simon without even meaning to, heart pounding hard in her chest. She could feel her pulse at the point where Simon bit into her. ]
uh oh
SWEET ANGLE WINE
She felt her head swim a little, unsure if it was from the sudden bloodloss or the weird high she was feeling. She reached up, resting her hand against the back of Simon's neck. ]
Simon, stop now, please.
YOURE SUPPOSED TO SPIT IT OUT BUT NO WAY JOSE THIS TASTES LIKE FRUIT
He felt her blood rushing through him, spreading warmth through his body like wildfire. He looked at Clary and tried to find any source of discomfort from her. Hoping he hadn't taken too much from her. ]
Sorry, I got carried away. Are you okay? Was that too much?
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Truthfully, Clary felt equal parts intoxicated and suddenly anemic. It was a bad mix when trying to keep a level head in the face of being trapped in a snow storm. ]
I literally haven't felt this good ever in my life, actually.
[ She pulled Simon's face closer and kissed him square on the mouth, even though he tasted like blood still. ]
Are you okay? Do you need more?
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:)
ARE WE GONNA DIE EVERYONE CALM DOWN
CALM THE F*CK DOWN
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:)
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