A Snowy Interlude

[_fredless]

You know, I have absolutely no idea why the snow makes me so happy. It's not like I grew up with it. There's not any warm memories tucked away of sleigh rides or trudging through it to pick out our tree or building a snowman outside on my folks lawn. In Texas we're just as likely to string lights over a nearby cactus somewhere. But that doesn't

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written;

[letmetouchit]

What is a snow angel?

written;

[_fredless]

Snow angels?

It's just something you can do outside if the snow it just right. You basically fall back into a bank or suitable pile, and move your arms and legs just so. Where you stand back up, the impression is called a snow angel and you're left needing a hot bath.

written;

[letmetouchit]

I don't think that would appear very much like an angel.

written;

[_fredless]

I do think there's a bit of artistic license involved.

Action;

[buryyoualive]

[Lilah's been keeping to herself a little since the night of the wine tasting. Kissing Wesley again had been...something, to say the least. She's trying not to over think it.

Which is why she's been out shopping, picking up some more clothes for the colder weather. She was making her way back into the castle as the other woman was exiting.

Not that she's noticed Fred, yet.]

Action;

[_fredless]

[Fred pauses on the castle steps to tug the collar of her own coat closer, only then catching sight of Lilah.

For a moment she hesitates. They'll never reach the point where she would think to offer the other woman a smile. But she's hardly a stranger either. Fred finally settles on a short, brisk nod -- already starting to move past her]

Re: Action;

[buryyoualive]

[It takes a moment for Lilah to notice the other woman, and when she does she finds herself standing a little straighter. She hasn't really talked to Fred since the day Fred told her about her future death. She hasn't been eager to change it.

But she returns the nod with one of her own, flashing a mocking, fake smile.]

Action;

[_fredless]

[There's the smallest hitch in her step at Lilah's wide, artificial smile. Clearly whatever unspoken -- break -- that sat between when Fred informed the other woman about her own further was long since passed. Not that she expected otherwise? It was just an abrupt jolt back to the familiar.

She knows about the incident at the wine tasting, Wesley told her that evening. But only in the most simple of details. She hadn't pressed for more information, and Wesley hadn't seemed inclined to offer.

Her chin lifts slightly, her only aknowledgment of the smile. Fred's hardly about to smile back, not unless she gunuinely means it. That leaves her with little else to do but continue on her way]

Fred - placeholdering....

[likethetragedy]

Am I going to catch you outside making snow angels?

Elektra

[_fredless]

I'd say that's a very distinct possibility.

Fred

[likethetragedy]

Then to answer your question I think you can get away with it as long as you have other adults joining in. It makes it look normal.

Elektra

[_fredless]

I think the next question would be your personal opinion on snow angels, then.

[elementoflol]

Snow angels are never inappropriate!

[_fredless]

[That's going to earn one pink pony a grin]

I've be sure and remember that.

[elementoflol]

Do you want to come and make them with me?

Do you? Do you? Do you?

[_fredless]

How could I even consider saying no?

[Fred]

[demonologist]

At what age does it become inappropriate to start making them?

[Wesley]

[_fredless]

[Wait]

Is that you're way of telling me you've never made one before?

[Fred forever]

[demonologist]

It's just one of those things, really. Los Angeles isn't exactly renowned for its snow. And back home, well, winter was more of a dreary affair with rain and sleet than not. I didn't even know what a snow angel was until I was in the states and someone mentioned it in passing.

[Wesley forever]

[_fredless]

It can't have been easy. With your dad, I mean.

[Maybe it's her own thoughts of family -- of her folks -- this time of year that allows the more direct reference to slip. There's a moment where Fred realizes what she's done]

I'm not much better, you know. I never made one until three years ago.