WIP: Snow
nicholas and danny play in the snow. yeesss, i realize it's summer time. it's still cute.
An unforgiving winter descended upon Sandford and did little to improve Nicholas’ mood. There was something about winter, with its short days and low temperatures. Night dominated the season and everything was cold and damp, always. He was sleeping too much, but still tired, and he physically ached for no reason. Much like his peace lily, Nicholas needed sunlight and lots of it.
Danny, being Danny, had the exact opposite reaction. “Looks gorgeous today, don’t it?”
They were in the car with the heater on full blast, the car still too cold for comfort. Danny looked out the window as they passed by the moors, now pristine and white after a night of snowing.
“Right now, yes.”
“Y’know, I can’t remember the last time I made a snowman,” Danny said, and looked thoughtful. “We should make one while there’s plenty of good snow.”
“Mmm.”
Nicholas occasionally glanced at Danny while driving on a road still slick and patched with ice. Danny’s spirits were up, and he looked content. As his friend and superior officer, Nicholas made it a point to monitor Danny’s well being. And Danny’s mood was no doubt improved by returning to work tomorrow.
Danny deserved to be happy and Nicholas considered making Danny smile a small victory.
“Sounds like an idea.”
After a few beers and too much silliness, they had built a snowman in Nicholas’ back garden. Nicholas rammed the carrot nose and place, and they surveyed their handiwork. It wore a scarf and a green knit beanie on its head, and leered back at them with a lopsided smile of coal.
“Something’s missing,” Danny said.
“Is there?”
"There is.”
“Do tell.”
“Hang on,” Danny wondered over to the other side of the garden and picked up a log from the firewood pile. Danny knelt down and jammed the log in the most suggestive place possible. Nicholas groaned.
“Help me up,” Danny said, offering his hand. “I don’t do bending.”
Nicholas grabbed his hand and pulled him up. Danny looked pleased with their well endowed snowman.
“He’s got wood,” Danny said in childish glee. Nicholas tried to be disapproving, but put his face in his hand and laughed instead. Danny lined up his profile with the snowman, “Such an amazing likeness…”
“I am not keeping that in my garden. There are kids next door.”
“So? What’s wrong with snowpenises?”
"No,” Nicholas grabbed the log and removed it, with Danny groaning in pain and Nicholas pointedly ignoring it. Danny looked at the gaping hole left behind and sniggered.
“Now it’s a snowwoman.”
An unforgiving winter descended upon Sandford and did little to improve Nicholas’ mood. There was something about winter, with its short days and low temperatures. Night dominated the season and everything was cold and damp, always. He was sleeping too much, but still tired, and he physically ached for no reason. Much like his peace lily, Nicholas needed sunlight and lots of it.
Danny, being Danny, had the exact opposite reaction. “Looks gorgeous today, don’t it?”
They were in the car with the heater on full blast, the car still too cold for comfort. Danny looked out the window as they passed by the moors, now pristine and white after a night of snowing.
“Right now, yes.”
“Y’know, I can’t remember the last time I made a snowman,” Danny said, and looked thoughtful. “We should make one while there’s plenty of good snow.”
“Mmm.”
Nicholas occasionally glanced at Danny while driving on a road still slick and patched with ice. Danny’s spirits were up, and he looked content. As his friend and superior officer, Nicholas made it a point to monitor Danny’s well being. And Danny’s mood was no doubt improved by returning to work tomorrow.
Danny deserved to be happy and Nicholas considered making Danny smile a small victory.
“Sounds like an idea.”
After a few beers and too much silliness, they had built a snowman in Nicholas’ back garden. Nicholas rammed the carrot nose and place, and they surveyed their handiwork. It wore a scarf and a green knit beanie on its head, and leered back at them with a lopsided smile of coal.
“Something’s missing,” Danny said.
“Is there?”
"There is.”
“Do tell.”
“Hang on,” Danny wondered over to the other side of the garden and picked up a log from the firewood pile. Danny knelt down and jammed the log in the most suggestive place possible. Nicholas groaned.
“Help me up,” Danny said, offering his hand. “I don’t do bending.”
Nicholas grabbed his hand and pulled him up. Danny looked pleased with their well endowed snowman.
“He’s got wood,” Danny said in childish glee. Nicholas tried to be disapproving, but put his face in his hand and laughed instead. Danny lined up his profile with the snowman, “Such an amazing likeness…”
“I am not keeping that in my garden. There are kids next door.”
“So? What’s wrong with snowpenises?”
"No,” Nicholas grabbed the log and removed it, with Danny groaning in pain and Nicholas pointedly ignoring it. Danny looked at the gaping hole left behind and sniggered.
“Now it’s a snowwoman.”