[For Anthony] Walking in a Winter Wonderland

[poetic_apostle]

When Julian had awoken in a cozy pine bed in a swiss chalet, he'd been rather confused, but the sight of snow drifting past the window in lazy swirls had transformed the confusion into delight. He'd slipped on the shoes, jacket and scarf he'd arrived in, not even bothering to change from the warm flannel pyjamas he'd awoken in; they were the

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[alittleofboth]

But while Anthony was likewise awake and dressed, he did not share Julian's joy and amusement. He had not been exactly surprised to awake on December first to find the ground once again covered in snow, but it had not particularly pleased him. Snow was cold and messy, and even if it were neither of those things, its presence was only yet another trick of the island, nothing more.

It wasn't real snow, just the absurdly magical sort.

He was now collecting what books of his he could to take inside before they suffered in the damp, but the cheerful shout made him pause and grimace just slightly. "Yes, Julian?"

[poetic_apostle]

Julian was too entranced by the wintry transformation to notice Anthony's mood, unfortunately. "Have you seen it?" he asked excitedly as he drew near to Anthony with a wide grin. "Snow!"

[alittleofboth]

Anthony looked briefly amused, then went back to stacking the books. "It is rather difficult to miss, yes," he observed dryly. "With any luck I can get these things inside before they are ruined entirely." He glanced at the painting propped up against the wall and grimaced. The same could not be said for that.

[poetic_apostle]

"Here, let me help," Julian said cheerfully, as he moved to Anthony's side and began gathering the books, still grinning and full of excitement. "You should see my house. It's been transformed. And everything looks changed, the island has been blanketed in stark white in contrast with all its usual colours--" he broke off, both his words and his actions, biting his lip as he tugged the notebook free to make a few quick notes.