On Border Patrol, for Snitchnipped.
On Border Patrol, for Snitchnipped.
Written by Heliopausa.
Peter surveyed the Leopard. The stars shone hard as diamonds: another bitter night. Behind him, the silent patrol made camp. He stared blankly into darkness.
They’d be decorating the tree at the Cair now - laughing, singing, hanging this year’s - the fifteenth! - exquisite bauble. Red Dwarf work: golden, delicate, warm jewels glowing…
He shrugged, focussing on reality: poor, hard ground, scrubby pine-forest - before him, one tiny, scrawny tree…
Unexpectedly, the High King laughed - and dropped, manoeuvring… just…so!
…and smiled to see it: a Christmas Tree for border-guards, its thin, gallant branches ablaze with the stars of the Leopard, bright as diamonds.
Original prompt:
Peter and a Christmas tree. Either world. Serious or funny. Just no Peter/Tree smut. ;-)