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Fic: Sweater Weather
Title: Sweater Weather
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Wyatt & Adora (mention of the Mystic Man)
Rating: G
Summary: It's cold enough to freeze DeMilo's Wagon...
Warning: pre-series holiday fluff, following A Little Too Boy Scout *Written for adventdrabbles 2019 at DreamWidth. Prompt: Cozy Christmas Jumper
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
At the Ballet | The Same Old Crowd | Cinderella's Night Off | Saying Goodbye | Stage Door Wyatt | Dancing Together | Foot in Mouth | Charlie Brown Tree, Part I | Charlie Brown Tree, Part II | A Little Too Boy Scout | Tea & Cocoa | Sweater Weather | The Recital
Adora stepped back from the window, nursing a large mug of tea, and enjoying the added warmth of Wyatt's sweater. Of course, he'd expected the worst, travelling north, and packed every sweater he owned. She was glad for it, though, as even her warmest clothes weren't meant for the colder weather of the north.
The few times the company had been that way, it had been during the warmer season. But, having only ever seen that much snow on stage, she wanted nothing more than to go out and explore. Unfortunately, her thinner dresses would cause her to freeze through in an hour.
The cabin they were staying in was cozy, though. Having only been there a few days, she enjoyed exploring the books and knickknacks on the shelves; peeking in the cupboards and closets; and wondering how many others had seen the inside of it, over the annuals.
And, while she knew that the Mystic Man had made sure the place was well-stocked for them, she was starting to think it was actually his personal home, outside the city.
The door opened, a moment later, and her overly-bundled husband - of three days - tromped in with an armful of logs. "I think my ears fell off," he breathed, pushing the door shut with his foot.
"What happened to your hat?" Adora asked, following behind as he moved toward the fireplace and dumped the logs into the rack. Wyatt sucked in a breath and turned to her, smiling as she offered the mug.
"Thanks. Got in the way of my swing," he said before gulping the entirety of the liquid in one swallow. "More?" he asked, lowering the mug. Adora took the mug from him and turned back toward the stove, while he peeled off the coat.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Wyatt & Adora (mention of the Mystic Man)
Rating: G
Summary: It's cold enough to freeze DeMilo's Wagon...
Warning: pre-series holiday fluff, following A Little Too Boy Scout *Written for adventdrabbles 2019 at DreamWidth. Prompt: Cozy Christmas Jumper
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
At the Ballet | The Same Old Crowd | Cinderella's Night Off | Saying Goodbye | Stage Door Wyatt | Dancing Together | Foot in Mouth | Charlie Brown Tree, Part I | Charlie Brown Tree, Part II | A Little Too Boy Scout | Tea & Cocoa | Sweater Weather | The Recital
Adora stepped back from the window, nursing a large mug of tea, and enjoying the added warmth of Wyatt's sweater. Of course, he'd expected the worst, travelling north, and packed every sweater he owned. She was glad for it, though, as even her warmest clothes weren't meant for the colder weather of the north.
The few times the company had been that way, it had been during the warmer season. But, having only ever seen that much snow on stage, she wanted nothing more than to go out and explore. Unfortunately, her thinner dresses would cause her to freeze through in an hour.
The cabin they were staying in was cozy, though. Having only been there a few days, she enjoyed exploring the books and knickknacks on the shelves; peeking in the cupboards and closets; and wondering how many others had seen the inside of it, over the annuals.
And, while she knew that the Mystic Man had made sure the place was well-stocked for them, she was starting to think it was actually his personal home, outside the city.
The door opened, a moment later, and her overly-bundled husband - of three days - tromped in with an armful of logs. "I think my ears fell off," he breathed, pushing the door shut with his foot.
"What happened to your hat?" Adora asked, following behind as he moved toward the fireplace and dumped the logs into the rack. Wyatt sucked in a breath and turned to her, smiling as she offered the mug.
"Thanks. Got in the way of my swing," he said before gulping the entirety of the liquid in one swallow. "More?" he asked, lowering the mug. Adora took the mug from him and turned back toward the stove, while he peeled off the coat.