The weather outside is frightfuldizzydreaOctober 30 2012, 00:38:11 UTC
I hope this makes the lack of power and the lousy weather at least a little more bearable...
~o~
Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful…
"Isn't that a Christmas song?" Peter asked as he crossed the room, open bottle of wine in hand.
Neal shrugged. "I thought it was appropriate."
The wind rattled the windows, rain lashing at the panes. Power had long since failed, and the house was dark save the fire in the fireplace. Somewhere under the blankets, Satchmo whined.
"Poor baby," El crooned as she rubbed his fur.
"Poor him, what about poor me?" Neal asked, mildly affronted.
"Have some wine," Peter said, handing over a glass.
Neal frowned, but took a sip. His eyebrows shot up. "Either your taste is improving or El did the shopping."
"Peter took care of the sandbags; I took care of the food provisions," El said. She ran a hand through his hair, brushing back a few loose strands. "Don't like storms?"
"Not really," Neal said, shrugging. "Mom worked nights, so…"
"Well, I promise nothing bad will happen,"
( ... )
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Because it is, like, you know - stormy here.
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~o~
Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful…
"Isn't that a Christmas song?" Peter asked as he crossed the room, open bottle of wine in hand.
Neal shrugged. "I thought it was appropriate."
The wind rattled the windows, rain lashing at the panes. Power had long since failed, and the house was dark save the fire in the fireplace. Somewhere under the blankets, Satchmo whined.
"Poor baby," El crooned as she rubbed his fur.
"Poor him, what about poor me?" Neal asked, mildly affronted.
"Have some wine," Peter said, handing over a glass.
Neal frowned, but took a sip. His eyebrows shot up. "Either your taste is improving or El did the shopping."
"Peter took care of the sandbags; I took care of the food provisions," El said. She ran a hand through his hair, brushing back a few loose strands. "Don't like storms?"
"Not really," Neal said, shrugging. "Mom worked nights, so…"
"Well, I promise nothing bad will happen," ( ... )
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