Snow Meme

[teenyoda]

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

for wheneverrrrr

[ferally]

[ as everyone knows, Malia hasn't exactly had the easiest time of getting warm every since she lost her fur coat and started living as a human again. even months later, it's still a rare occurrence for her to actually feel properly warm, unless she's got layer and layers on. which is fine! she kind of likes layering up. she'll wear two shirts and a hoodie ( usually Stiles' hoodie ) over her shorts or jeans or whatever she's wearing ( she doesn't usually put that much thought into what clothes she puts on, just layers ), and that's fine. luckily, it doesn't usually get all that cold during the winter months in sunny California. they don't get blizzards, at least, and as far as she can remember, human memories and coyote memories, it hasn't even flurried. so, yay for that.

except when Stiles says they're going for a drive, late in January, up north. that they'll be going away for a few days, just to get away from the crazy that is Beacon Hills for a little bit. she doesn't think anything of it, just gets in the jeep with all her layers and a big blanket, and prepares herself for a long drive filled with movie quotes she's still trying to remember not to question, and music that still sounds so weird to her, just because it's so different from what she remembers listening to on the radio with her parents in the car all those years ago. but whatever, it's fine. she's excited. she likes driving in the jeep with Stiles. she likes going pretty much anywhere with Stiles.

they end up at a cabin somewhere on the border of Cali and Oregon, and Malia really couldn't be more pleased. they're smack dab in the middle of woods, woods, woods, and it's going to be just them for a few days. that's really fine with her.

on the second morning ( after spending the night runningrunningrunning for a good long time while Stiles made them cocoa and a DiGorno pizza ), she wakes up curled up behind Stiles like normal, only- something's different. even with the heat on in the cabin, the air feels different. the smells smell different, the sounds sound different. and Malia is climbing out of bed without trying to fix the sheets over Stiles after, scrambling to the nearest window.

and now there is a nose-print on the glass where Malia has plastered her face, and two big hand prints on either side near the sill ]

Stiles.

[ yes, this is literally the first time she's ever seen snow in person. and it's a lot of snow. the clamation Christmas movies she used to sit and watch with her sister didn't count. it totally did not prepare her for this. no, she doesn't even look to see if he's awake yet, she'll just keep talking ]

Did you do this?

[ did he cause the blizzard, yes. right. no, she means did he purposely bring her here when he knew it would snow, or did it just happen. she's not sure which she prefers. she probably doesn't even have a preference, she's just. mesmerized. ]

[teenyoda]

[He still felt guilty about her being cold all the time, even though he knew better. Her being a coyote wasn't how she was supposed to spend her life, no matter that she felt things were easier then. She was a person. She deserved to live both sides of that coin. But he still felt bad that she missed the simpler things. Which is probably why he never complained when she wound up stealing a shirt or a hoodie because she was cold. Besides, there was something in him that liked seeing her in his clothes, like they marked her as his to everyone else. His girlfriend wearing his clothes. No touchie.

But even though he felt bad about the no fur thing, he'd been trying to find out a bit more about her past, what her life was like when she'd been a kid. She'd never seen snow; that had come up, and he'd realized it was late enough in the year that if he wanted, he might be able to find someplace nearby that could fulfill that need. He'd been trawling the weather forecasts of nearby places until he'd seen an upcoming snow warning and that was it. He'd planned for a weekend, paid for the cabin rental and had kept it a secret as he'd bundled her up there.

He'd been hoping it would have snowed that night, but no, no, it had apparently waited until they'd been sleeping, so he wasn't fully braining that the reason he was now cold and naked was because his coyote girlfriend had taken the blankets off and left him bare and naked as she went and had an orgasm at the window.]

Do what?

[Sorry, Malia, but Stiles' senses weren't that good.]

[ferally]

Snow. [ oh fine, she'll clarify ] Did you know it was going to snow?

[ she turns away from the window again, not quite looking like a kid in a candy store, because she's feeling too much to focus on how excited she is for snow. she's still learning social cues and human niceties, but she knows enough, remembers enough, to know what a thoughtful gesture is. and she knows Stiles well enough to guess right away that this trip wasn't just so they could be out in the woods alone. they could do that in Beacon Hills. nope, there was more to this trip, and that all clicks in her mind right away.

which is why she's padding back over to the bed, crawling up to settle on her knees beside him, and reaches for his hand ]

There's a lot of snow outside. I like the snow. At least, I think I like the snow. [ some part of her does, that's for sure. some part of her knows that survival is tougher when everything is buried under it, but it's not impossible. that's kind of like life as a human, isn't it? tough, but not impossible. still- ] We should play. [ she's leaning over him, hand pressed to his chest, a smile creeping on her face. a proper bright one, one that shows how happy she is. that hand on his chest gives him a little shake ] Wake up so we can go play in the snow.

[teenyoda]

Oh.

[Yeah, because that clarified things. He reached down for the blankets, pulling them up around him and snuggling down into them before she's suddenly there, back on the bed and shaking him and... nooooooooooooooooooo.]

Go play. That's why we're here. I'll just stay in here. Under the blankets. Where it's warm. So warm. Warm and sleepy...