( 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

[hasstandards]

[He fumbles with his hat, grumbling before getting to his feet and heading into the camper. He returns seconds later with a large, red sweater, as well as what appears to be a handbag made out of a badger pelt.

He offers them both for her perusal, still muttering about women's work and being an Aussie bloke.]

[necromancies]

If you want. [No, she doesn't... really want to. Although she can imagine that he's probably cold by now, regardless of his werewolf anatomy. But it's not like they can actually go anywhere else and do this, not with Kit and Aunt Lauren and Simon and Tori around all the time. As much as she loves them, it does kind of cramp her alone time with Derek.

She looks him over, biting down on her lip gently.]

[dedicatednoless]

[On the bright side, they were wearing fine enough coats to keep them warm for a typical snow day. Which is what Peony kept trying to tell himself, but it was just too - mind the language - damn cold to be another typical snow day. The best thing he could think of to do was to pull his little green haired responsibility closer and urge that they keep walking.]

Don't worry. We'll find someplace soon.

[And although it was already hard enough to talk with the thin winter air, he also gave a smile to reassure the boy. After all, it was probably his fault for this mess and if anything happened he was sure everyone would never let him hear the end of it, more so than what they were ready to give him when they got back from this whole adventure.]

[runrightround]

[He can't!!!

ROY CAN'T END WHAT HE CAN'T CATCH, SO THERE.]

Oh yeah, like you don't know.

[Pfffft, Roy. Wally knows you remember the snowball incident. It only happened in front of everybody. X(]

[positivelycharged]

I hope it's really soon.

[It's hard to get the words out in this cold, but Florian's nothing if not stubborn. Maybe if they kept going they'd find a house to stay in! Or a volcano! For once he actually wouldn't mind seeing a volcano. He keeps going though, one step, two steps, confident that Peony will make sure they find safety eventually.]

[cyphers]

[ well.

that worked a lot better than she thought it would have. the craftsmanship is definitely a lot better than he said and much closer to what her hunch figured. she doesn't motion to pick up the animal-skinned bag but the sweater intrigues her. ]

Even though I am not surprised, I am still surprised. That is an odd feeling, would you not agree?

[hasstandards]

[He fiddles idly with the bag himself, apparently proud of it.]

You're not makin' any sense.

[wolfs]

I'm okay. [He says it quickly, like he's afraid she might change her mind and get up if he doesn't get the words out quick enough. Which he might be.

She bites down on her lower lip and his eyes zero in on her mouth, unable to help himself. At her waist, his hands tighten reflexively before he forces them to relax] Hungry? [His tone is dry, but the word cracks a little on the way out]

[fuckingold]

[ Musashi doesn't even bother trying to smother his moan. He has no doubts that Hiruma gets off on it, anyway. The lazy sprawl of his legs is belied by the way his thighs tense and teeth grind; how his breath stutters helplessly and he sinks his fingertips even deeper into Hiruma's skin.

Shit. It wouldn't even be so bad if it wasn't so damn slow, but the bastard's doing everything at pace designed to make him watch and think about it. Imagine what else those hands could be doing, or where else that damnably smirky mouth could be.

He takes a shaky breath, and the glare he fixes Hiruma with ought to have sizzled the space between them. If the other was still holding any doubt whether Musashi was in this from hello to hurrah, well, there's some fairly clear evidence of his intention to participate hot against that hand.

Musashi pries a hand of his own off Hiruma's backside and guides him, fingers twining around slimmer ones, wrapping them around himself with another shaking moan. Licking a broad swathe up over his collar bone, his tongue soothes over Hiruma's swollen lips and slips between. ]

[cyphers]

Ah, pardon.

[ it's nicely made - he should be proud of it. she gives him a very small and sincere smile before folding up the sweater on her lap. ]

The knitting is not something uncharacteristic of what I have learned, however I did not actually believe that I would be right... À l'oeuvre on reconnaît l'artisan.

[hasstandards]

You're gonna have to clarify that, too. I don't speak French.

[He has a seat, still fiddling with some of the fur on the bag, unhooking the clasp located under the badger's snout. He's even leery of her smiles, no matter how genuine.]

ten years later

[jaunty]

Ah?

[ He stops and blinks. Surely, this horse isn't talking to him. But she is, and she appears to be using magic on top of that.Magic he can't even read. ] What are you?

[ One has to wonder how she can tell him about wearing proper clothes when she appears to be mostly butt naked herself. Nevertheless, he shrugs his shoulders. It's not that he isn't cold (he is ... how did he even get here? IT'S A MYSTERY!) but he doesn't want to be shown giving any sign of weakness. That's just not how a Magi of his importance behaves. ] I'll be fine, I don't need any kind of help.

[cyphers]

Non, I believe that part is rather insignificant.

[ his fiddling really does make her pay closer attention to the bag, though ]

A gift?

[whowhatwhy]

[ That gets a chuckle out of him. ] I admit, this isn't the time or place I would have thought to say something but... I'm glad things worked out as they did.

[hasstandards]

That's right.

[He looks instantly irritated with himself for answering that, as though that detail was a secret. A quiet, indistinct noise of discontent escapes his throat before he continues.]

I thought Mum might like it for Chrissie.

[heartbeatbomb]

It surprised me, too.

[She shifts through the blankets, sneezing twice.]

Yeah. I'll get on that, you see about starting us a fire. Can you handle that?

[She doesn't sound condescending; she really isn't sure he knows how to build a fire.]

[necromancies]

[Her face goes red all over again as she glances away for a second before looking back at him.] Maybe. [Seriously, she has no idea what she's doing. But that's okay, right? Derek doesn't either, and he still likes her so.]

[mantichora]

[She turned her head, watching him from underneath her eyelids.]

No.

[All he asked, all she needed to say. She's not in a particularly conversational mood - but more to the point, it isn't her manner to offer the warmest welcome to strangers.

She watches him sit and then offers, carelessly, as she glances back to the fire:] Looks to be getting worse out there.

[cyphers]

[ hmmmm yeah, she doesn't believe for a moment but letting it slide since that worked for her the previous time. ]

Chrissie?

[badpenny]

"You did indeed." The Doctor gives her a sunny smile, for a moment looking quite a bit younger than nine hundred plus. Then he sits up. "I say this calls for a warm-up."

[hasstandards]

Christmas. Or Smissmas, or whatever holiday it is here.

[wolfs]

[His hand touches her cheek again, lightly, before dragging down to the back of her neck. He can feel her pulse thrumming under his palm, and something deep within him reacts to that. He shifts a little, lips brush against that same place on her cheek before trailing kisses to her ear. He pauses there, hesitating, wanting to see her reaction before he does anything else]

[wears_skirts]

Amy's face was tingling and she couldn't feel her hands at this point, so a warm up sounded nice. "I like that idea." Amy said, turning over to push herself up off the ground. Oh, she had definitely hit her tail bone. That was going to be sore tomorrow.

[cyphers]

Ah, an interesting choice to give as a present. Nothing for your dearest father?

[hasstandards]

I haven't found anything for him yet.