ADVENT: Get Out of the Cold (Trinity Blood)
Fandom: Trinity Blood
Title: Get Out of the Cold
Author: ddraigcoch
Rating: U
Disclaimer: Trinity Blood does not belong to me. I make no money from this, only fun.
Summary: A somewhat different morning after the night before.
It was evening when the first snowflakes drifted down on the Vatican. One flake, a particularly fluffy example fell onto the warm and upturned face of a priest. The flakes hit the bridge of his nose and bounce away to a melting death on the apple of his smiling cheek. Within a few moments thousands of its brothers had joined it, taking the city by surprise - all except the smiling priest who tucked his hands inside his robe and continued to smile up at the snowfall.
“Hey! Nightroad!” Leon hung half out the window, glaring down at his friend, “Don’t you have enough sense to come out of the cold?!”
Able laughed and waved at his friend, swinging around in the white flurry for the simple joy of feeling the cold flakes skim across his face. Around them the city was slowing quieting, hunkering down in preparation of what should be a stunning snow storm; in front of his eyes it was starting to look like a Christmas card.
“What’s so bad about the cold?” He called back, laughing at the dumbfounded look on the other priest’s face.
Title: Get Out of the Cold
Author: ddraigcoch
Rating: U
Disclaimer: Trinity Blood does not belong to me. I make no money from this, only fun.
Summary: A somewhat different morning after the night before.
It was evening when the first snowflakes drifted down on the Vatican. One flake, a particularly fluffy example fell onto the warm and upturned face of a priest. The flakes hit the bridge of his nose and bounce away to a melting death on the apple of his smiling cheek. Within a few moments thousands of its brothers had joined it, taking the city by surprise - all except the smiling priest who tucked his hands inside his robe and continued to smile up at the snowfall.
“Hey! Nightroad!” Leon hung half out the window, glaring down at his friend, “Don’t you have enough sense to come out of the cold?!”
Able laughed and waved at his friend, swinging around in the white flurry for the simple joy of feeling the cold flakes skim across his face. Around them the city was slowing quieting, hunkering down in preparation of what should be a stunning snow storm; in front of his eyes it was starting to look like a Christmas card.
“What’s so bad about the cold?” He called back, laughing at the dumbfounded look on the other priest’s face.