FIC: Seeing Snow Through New Eyes
Title: Seeing Snow Through New Eyes
Continuity: The Adventures of Tintin (comic)
Characters/Pairing: Tintin, Captain Haddock-- implied Tintin/Haddock
Summary: Tintin stands on the deck of the Aurora and watches the snow fall-- and makes a small but significant discovery.
Rating: G
Continuity Notes: Takes place on the return voyage after The Shooting Star.
Tintin & Captain Haddock - Seeing Snow Through New Eyes
Tintin stood on the deck of the Aurora, watching the glistening snow as it fell against the infinite blackness of the sky. It was dizzying, the snow lit by all the ship's lights, fluttering down from inky depths that he could barely tell apart from the ocean below.
Tintin's nose and rosy cheeks were feeling slightly numb and his fingers were hidden in the crooks of his elbows. He knew he should really go and get his nice yellow coat, but he didn't want to miss out on the flurry, and besides, he felt fine in his sweater.
The snow danced and sparkled in the air above him, the sounds of the ocean and murmurs of the crew elsewhere in the ship resonated in his ears. He was captivated-- even though he had seen so many things in his travels, there were still so many wonders left to see and experience in the world.
Some people would think it romantic. Tintin did not know romance. He knew love, for Snowy and for the pleasures in his life, like adventure, and snow on the sea, but never for another person. And certainly he never knew something as needless as romance.
He closed his eyes, and breathed in the chill air and smell of the sea. He heard Snowy scuffling around nearby, and felt cold flakes land on his face.
Then he heard the sound of boots on deck nearby, startling him. His eyes opened suddenly, and he turned quickly, ready for anything. He was sure it was just a fellow crewman, but he had learned to be careful with these things.
Fortunately, though, it was Captain Haddock approaching him, hands in his coat pockets, a warm smile on his face. The contrasting lights highlighted his features, and snowflakes speckled his hat and shoulders.
"Good evening, Tintin." Haddock greeted.
"Ah, Captain." Tintin said, relaxing visibly. "Good evening."
The sailor stepped up next to him, looking out over the railing at the water. "It's lovely out tonight, isn't it? There's nothing like this in the whole world, you know."
"What's that?" Tintin asked, looking up at him with interest.
"This," Captain Haddock replied, gesturing out at the dark sea. "Sailing: The sky, the sea, this weather. Rather nice break from all the excitement we've had, isn't it?"
Tintin nodded. "It is a lot more enjoyable now that we've got the phostlite. After such a jarring experience, I find the respite all the more rewarding." He turned his head, looked back up at the falling snow.
"You seem to lead quite an exciting life." Haddock commented.
"I suppose so," Tintin replied thoughtfully. "But honestly, I don't think I would have it any other way."
"You don't ever slow down, then?"
Tintin smiled up at the Captain. "I am right now, aren't I?"
Haddock laughed; a warm, reverberating laugh that made Tintin want to join him. "Oh, a little rest on the way to your next adventure, is it?"
Tintin shrugged, and after just a moment, couldn't help but laugh along.
Captain Haddock joined him in watching the snow, and they stood in silence for a little while, as natural a part of the scene as the sea.
It was strange how much the very independant reporter found he enjoyed the company, how natural it felt that he should have the Captain there.
Tintin hadn't known him very long, but he trusted him, and that was very new to him. After all, in his world, even a person he thought to be a friend could easily turn out to be a terrible enemy. It had happened before, and would probably happen again. But he knew it wouldn't happen with this man.
A chilly sea breeze carried snowflakes in an arc onto his face and chest. He blinked against it and tucked his hands further into his folded arms.
Unlike Haddock, he did not notice the tiny flakes caught in his hair and eyelashes. He didn't realize how badly he was shivering in the wind, though he was considering going back inside. It was getting too cold to stay out any longer.
The Captain moved closer to him then, but Tintin paid it little mind. He truly did trust him-- anyone else, and he would've turned around. And then, the youth felt him drape something warm over his shoulders. Tintin looked at the taller man, amazed-- he'd given him his coat.
"Captain?" He started.
"You looked cold," Haddock said. "No, don't worry about me. I'll just head back under." He smiled, briefly, and before Tintin could argue, or even thank him, turned and walked briskly back across the deck. It seemed unlike him.
Tintin stood silently by the rail, and hesitantly pulled the front of the coat closer against himself, tucking his fingers into the soft fabric. It was already warm from being worn by the Captain, and he could faintly smell tobacco emanating from it. The faux-fur collar enveloped his neck and shoulders.
The snow danced and sparkled in the air all around him, coming down much stronger now than before, glistening on the deck of the Aurora. Tintin had never felt so warm, and that was very new to him. ☆
Continuity: The Adventures of Tintin (comic)
Characters/Pairing: Tintin, Captain Haddock-- implied Tintin/Haddock
Summary: Tintin stands on the deck of the Aurora and watches the snow fall-- and makes a small but significant discovery.
Rating: G
Continuity Notes: Takes place on the return voyage after The Shooting Star.
Tintin & Captain Haddock - Seeing Snow Through New Eyes
Tintin stood on the deck of the Aurora, watching the glistening snow as it fell against the infinite blackness of the sky. It was dizzying, the snow lit by all the ship's lights, fluttering down from inky depths that he could barely tell apart from the ocean below.
Tintin's nose and rosy cheeks were feeling slightly numb and his fingers were hidden in the crooks of his elbows. He knew he should really go and get his nice yellow coat, but he didn't want to miss out on the flurry, and besides, he felt fine in his sweater.
The snow danced and sparkled in the air above him, the sounds of the ocean and murmurs of the crew elsewhere in the ship resonated in his ears. He was captivated-- even though he had seen so many things in his travels, there were still so many wonders left to see and experience in the world.
Some people would think it romantic. Tintin did not know romance. He knew love, for Snowy and for the pleasures in his life, like adventure, and snow on the sea, but never for another person. And certainly he never knew something as needless as romance.
He closed his eyes, and breathed in the chill air and smell of the sea. He heard Snowy scuffling around nearby, and felt cold flakes land on his face.
Then he heard the sound of boots on deck nearby, startling him. His eyes opened suddenly, and he turned quickly, ready for anything. He was sure it was just a fellow crewman, but he had learned to be careful with these things.
Fortunately, though, it was Captain Haddock approaching him, hands in his coat pockets, a warm smile on his face. The contrasting lights highlighted his features, and snowflakes speckled his hat and shoulders.
"Good evening, Tintin." Haddock greeted.
"Ah, Captain." Tintin said, relaxing visibly. "Good evening."
The sailor stepped up next to him, looking out over the railing at the water. "It's lovely out tonight, isn't it? There's nothing like this in the whole world, you know."
"What's that?" Tintin asked, looking up at him with interest.
"This," Captain Haddock replied, gesturing out at the dark sea. "Sailing: The sky, the sea, this weather. Rather nice break from all the excitement we've had, isn't it?"
Tintin nodded. "It is a lot more enjoyable now that we've got the phostlite. After such a jarring experience, I find the respite all the more rewarding." He turned his head, looked back up at the falling snow.
"You seem to lead quite an exciting life." Haddock commented.
"I suppose so," Tintin replied thoughtfully. "But honestly, I don't think I would have it any other way."
"You don't ever slow down, then?"
Tintin smiled up at the Captain. "I am right now, aren't I?"
Haddock laughed; a warm, reverberating laugh that made Tintin want to join him. "Oh, a little rest on the way to your next adventure, is it?"
Tintin shrugged, and after just a moment, couldn't help but laugh along.
Captain Haddock joined him in watching the snow, and they stood in silence for a little while, as natural a part of the scene as the sea.
It was strange how much the very independant reporter found he enjoyed the company, how natural it felt that he should have the Captain there.
Tintin hadn't known him very long, but he trusted him, and that was very new to him. After all, in his world, even a person he thought to be a friend could easily turn out to be a terrible enemy. It had happened before, and would probably happen again. But he knew it wouldn't happen with this man.
A chilly sea breeze carried snowflakes in an arc onto his face and chest. He blinked against it and tucked his hands further into his folded arms.
Unlike Haddock, he did not notice the tiny flakes caught in his hair and eyelashes. He didn't realize how badly he was shivering in the wind, though he was considering going back inside. It was getting too cold to stay out any longer.
The Captain moved closer to him then, but Tintin paid it little mind. He truly did trust him-- anyone else, and he would've turned around. And then, the youth felt him drape something warm over his shoulders. Tintin looked at the taller man, amazed-- he'd given him his coat.
"Captain?" He started.
"You looked cold," Haddock said. "No, don't worry about me. I'll just head back under." He smiled, briefly, and before Tintin could argue, or even thank him, turned and walked briskly back across the deck. It seemed unlike him.
Tintin stood silently by the rail, and hesitantly pulled the front of the coat closer against himself, tucking his fingers into the soft fabric. It was already warm from being worn by the Captain, and he could faintly smell tobacco emanating from it. The faux-fur collar enveloped his neck and shoulders.
The snow danced and sparkled in the air all around him, coming down much stronger now than before, glistening on the deck of the Aurora. Tintin had never felt so warm, and that was very new to him. ☆