( let it snow )

[bottecellie]

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

[castleworth]

[ Instinct drives him quick on his knees, his free arm a poor barricade to ward Ashura's chest from whatever ill the king must have seen by the entrance to have prompted such shock. Then, his eyes turn to find nothing, Ashura has his say, and he laughs in due relief to know the reason. ]

...because if you mean me no harm with it, I have no reason to be uncertain.

[ He pushes Ashura's fingers closed over the dagger's hilt. ]

It is yours. Fairly won.

[fuckingold]

[ Musashi chuckles lowly, cocking a well-loaded eyebrow at him. ] Five minutes in and you're already bitching? Well, don't forget you asked for it.

[ All the warning he gives before his whole demeanour twists. The hand at Hiruma's neck slams behind him to grip the back of the chair, its mate doing the same with the seat between Hiruma's legs. Musashi drags chair and quarterback forward with a grunt, inescapably close.

Then his hands are back on his thighs, fingers digging in just shy of painful. This time it's his turn to nip Hiruma's bottom lip, his regard heavy-lidded and unusually inscrutable as he watches his reaction. ]

[bitingly]

( Amelia is very pleased with how things are turning out. She's wearing her warmest coat and her rubber boots with wool socks in them and they have a fort and everything is white and quiet.

It's nice. )

Yes, please. ( Because even if Amelia's run away with a strange man, something her aunt said to never do, she still remembers some of the things her aunt's told her and being polite makes sense to her when people are nice, too. )

[comeonthensexy]

[ Even the Doctor has actually gotten a proper coat even if he doesn't really get cold. It's to keep himself dry, really, so he can lean back against the walls without anything soaking through.

With a wide smile, he unscrews the top of the thermos and pours hot chocolate into it, handing it over to Amelia. ]

Built a snow fort before? If not, I pity your childhood up until this point.

[ It's been a long time since he has. He thinks it would be strange if she hasn't, unless there's just never been proper snow for it. ]

[unbuyable_wish]

[Ashura sinks a little with relief, but hir heart is still pounding. Hir free hand rises to cover Yasha's, somehow unwilling to let that little contact go just yet.]

If... If you'd have me keep it, then. I'll care for it well.

[You don't, after all, disrespect gifts from other rulers. Sie's still a little shaken by Yasha-ou's strange question, though, even as part of hir mind tries to push it aside and be amused at his apparent attempt to protect hir.]

[bitingly]

( She wraps both hands around the cup, and she knows that it's too hot to drink so she only holds it before her face and breathes in a bit. )

We did in Scotland, but I was still too small to really help.

( One more reason why England is inferior: Scotland has better snow. )

[comeonthensexy]

Oh, that is a shame. That's less than half the experience!

[ He shakes his head, and pours tea for himself. He hasn't had a good cup of tea in a while, should be nice. ]

[bitingly]

Well, I didn't want to move. ( She isn't pouting, because pouting is below her, but she may as well be. She didn't want to leave Scotland and she's annoyed that she ever had to.

Scotland was much better than England.

Not necessarily better than this, though. So maybe it isn't all bad. )

I helped now, didn't I?

[comeonthensexy]

[ Aww, poor thing. ]

Yes, you did.

England's not that bad, you know. Scotland's great too, has its charms. England does too. You'll grow fond of it.

[ And it's where you'll meet the love of your life. Your forever. ]

[bitingly]

I don't think so. ( She'd cross her arms, if not for the hot chocolate. So instead she blow on it to cool it enough to drink.

A pause, and then she squints at the Doctor. ) What do you know?

[comeonthensexy]

[ He raises his eyebrows, and whispers, dramatically. ]

Everything.

[bitingly]

No, you don't. ( Squinting some more. )

[castleworth]

[ What do promises made between two desperate fools matter at the dawn of a new war day? But unkindness does not become the hour, and the night grows long, strained. Cold. Colder, Yasha speculates, than Ashura has ever had the privilege and inclination to taste on a delicate tongue. It is a fire master who rules Shura, a host of the flame. If snow has embittered Yasha, it must be doubly so to one used to heat alone.

He moves stiffly, one hand not straying from Ashura's hold, his other twisting to recover the remains of his removed cape. One cumbersome shift, then the second, and poor aim and effort see the cloth tossed over Ashura's head, pooling over the sleeveless arm. ]

Honour the steel, then. But first, sleep.

[comeonthensexy]

Oh, but I do.

[ Nodding sagely.

Before taking a sip of his tea. ]

[bitingly]

I don't believe you. ( Eyeing him a moment longer, before taking a sip of her hot chocolate. It's the perfect temperature now. )

Why did the dinosaurs die?

[comeonthensexy]

Because of the Moon.

[bitingly]

And why did I have to go to England?

[unbuyable_wish]

[It's true, the cold is foreign to Ashura, used to the sun's heat in summer and a palace well-heated by magic in the winter. Sie doesn't wish to complain, to draw attention to one more weakness engendered by hir life of privilege, but it is strange to hir, uncomfortable and somehow bitterly sharp on a night like this.]

[And again, Yasha-ou surprises hir with his unexpected kindness, his generosity and warmth. His cape is heavy compared with the light silks that sie wears, and wards off the chill much more thoroughly. Sie sits down, still holding his hand. He could kill hir now, or wait until sie fell asleep, kill hir then or leave with hir sword, and while the warrior in hir insists that he will, sie doesn't believe it at all in hir heart. He is a man of honor, after all, and he's had ample opportunity to strike already if that's his intent. Lightly, moving to lie on the cold stone floor of the cave, sie tugs at his hand.]

What of you, Yasha-ou? You must be weary as well.

[comeonthensexy]

[ He pauses for a moment, and leans forward to get a little closer, looking Amelia in the eyes. ]

Because, Amelia Pond, the backyard in England is the one I crashed in, and it's going to make your life completely extraordinary. Just you wait.

[lastsfiveminutes]

(ooc: What would you like to do? Sorry I haven't tagged back just got really busy - eep! I think something fun and/or sweet with these two could be a lot of fun.)

[slushfund]

[ Hiruma has never seen this part of Musashi; eyes wide as his chair is hauled forward, apparently startling him enough to lift his knees, the quarterback is tested yet again with this newest proximity.

Did that scare him? His slighter torso brushed fleetingly against the other's; could he always do this so easily? With large fingers gripping his legs, a weight on his tongue and a shuddery inhale from his own lungs, Hiruma's hands come up to push against the kicker's shoulders, gripping, re-gripping, then- ]

Aa, s-stop- [ a briefly stuttered order grit out in a haze; this is overwhelming, this is dizzying... ] -you think I'll say that kind of thing?

[ Pushing him into a lean, Hiruma, half-standing, rests a knee on the man's thigh, the fingers in his hair knotting and pulling back just so he could have the satisfaction of staring down into his face first, laying a chaste kiss on the side of Musashi's mouth -- the starting point of this entire scenario.

He slips onto that lap, back straight, heart still thrumming, making his inhibitions delightfully foggy. ] That was an aggressive reaction, fucking old man, who knew you could be so spry... [ His lips move to his neck -- he hopes the man can feel that smirk as his teeth graze the side of his throat. ]

[castleworth]

[ It is not unlike having a child in care, some part of him supposes, precocious and dainty and fierce, but a child all the same. Perhaps this is why Ashura's generals never elope with their own affairs, always stand at guard. There is something frail in their leader that calls for kindness.

He indulges the littlest while longer, leaning forward to folloe the thin momentum of Ashura's pull and leave his hand, for now, within reach. ]

I might yet sleep - [ A tug in kind. ] - if your hand allows it.

[bitingly]

( She thinks it over for a moment. It's not a bad argument. Completely extraordinary sounds promising. )

Santa didn't send you, did he?

[comeonthensexy]

[ He leans back again. ]

Depends on how you see it.

[unbuyable_wish]

I allow it, of course.

...Won't you be cold?

[Ashura can be selfish. Years of palace life have left hir used to people anticipating hir needs, and unused to worrying too much about those of others. But sie's not unkind, and there is a streak of hospitality in hir, a desire to care for those around hir.]

[He gave hir his cape, and the fire will only last so long without hir to fuel it from hir will. Will he be all right? Hir grip on his hand loosens somewhat, as sleep whispers at the back of hir mind, but sie doesn't let go yet.]