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| Favorite "Snow" story? |
| "Glide", Petra |
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| "Endless Ice Cream?", Luli |
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| "Are You With Me?", Asmodeous |
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| "Let It Snow", Danni |
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| "Snow Angels", Yanna |
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| "Morning Flight", Ialo |
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| "Sick on a Snowy Day", Beelzebub |
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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 Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 7:07 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 11:51 pm
"Eew"
Danni Rinaldi “Eew.” Henri glanced over at his fiancée’s mutter of disgust, saw her scrunching her nose and staring balefully at the candy cane she’d just pulled out of her mouth. A bit surprised that she’d seemed to have found a junk food she didn’t like, he set aside his paper, gave her his full attention.
“What’s the matter, chérie?” Turning her narrowed gaze away from the candy cane, Danni stared instead at Henri, scraping her teeth over her tongue as if to scrape away the taste of the candy.
“What is this foul taste? It tastes of toothpaste.” Because she was starting to stare at him with growing suspicion, he held up both hands, palms out as if to convey innocence. Even he knew better than to mess with her junk supply…often.
“That is, ah, peppermint, Danni. That’s also a flavor used in toothpaste, but candy canes are not made of toothpaste. They’re made of…well, candy.” She pinned him with her stare for another long moment before turning her attention back to the candy cane, her eyes narrowing even further in silent accusation. The foul taste of it was still in her mouth. She abhorred the taste of toothpaste. This candy had deceived her with its tasty looking stripes. The ones Ialo gave her tasted of jelly beans, and those she adored. She had assumed these would be equally delicious. The reality of its taste offended her greatly.
After a final accusing death glare, Danni held out the candy cane, switching her attention to Henri once again. It was his fault, really, for buying the jar full of these falsely-advertised ‘candy’ canes. It was only right that he eat it, so as to not waste. One should never waste food, however disgusting. He took it with a shrug, popping in his mouth casually enough to have her eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. He showed no reaction at all to the disgusting flavor. Was he perhaps challenging her? Was he implying that she was weak for being unable to tolerate the disgusting taste?
Henri was given no warning before Danni reached out, snatching the candy cane from his mouth quick enough that his mouth was left hanging open.“Do not mock me in such a way, Paris. My will is just as strong as yours.”
For a long moment, Henri could only watch as she determinedly chewed on the candy cane, her face now stoically blank as she shoved the remainder of it into her mouth. He had…mocked her? Saying nothing, he attempted to figure out what she meant. Simply unable to understand, he shook his head, picking up his wine and sipping slowly while he watched her.
He wondered vaguely just how fast she’d be spitting that candy out if he were to casually mention that they’d technically just shared a secondhand kiss. Twice.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 3:55 pm
"Remember When?"
Penelope Delilah Jackson Just like any other weekday during lunch hour at Mystic Fountain, Penelope could be found sitting in the teacher's lounge indulging in her lunch of the day. As per usual it was something light and dainty, a piece of angel food cake and her usual tea. A day without tea in her book was day that wasn't very well spent. She sat quietly on her own at her usual table, eating her cake little piece by piece. Though, today she had brought a very special treat for herself.
Given that Christmas was coming soon, one of her very favorite holidays, it was easier to obtain sweets than a lot of other times of the year. Sure, Halloween was probably the best, but she didn't really like chocolate or all that stuff. She enjoyed something milder, but just as sweet.
In her little paper bag with her cake and ingredients for chai tea, Penny had packed along several sticks of peppermint to have with her tea. Preparing the hot drink with some provided hot water in the lounge room, something that had been added at her insistence, she waited for the tea bag to properly steep and flavor her drink.
Before giving it a thumbs of approval, she licked the spoon she'd been using to stir it, and the pleasant hum in the back of her throat indicated that the tea was perfect for consumption. Grabbing a stick, she stirred it into the tea to mix the two flavors together. Though, before the piece of candy could reach her lips for a taste, an all too familiar face wandered into her vision and he looked awfully gloomy.
"Why the sad face little one?" Penelope inquired sweetly, and Alec turned to look at her and flop down in the seat across from her.
"Oh Miss Jackson, I wish I still was a little one," Alec replied drolly as he rested his head on his hand propped on the table. Penelope scrunched up her mouth as she finally leaned down to nibble on the end of the peppermint stick.
"You are always a little one to me. Now tell me what's wrong?" Her voice was insistent, and she wasn't about to take no for an answer. Not for a minute.
Alec let out a long, drawn out sigh. "It's just, stress from everything all at once! The attack at homecoming still rests heavy on my mind, and the cause of it still hasn't been taken care of. I have a student who is worrying she might go berserk and I'm doing my best to help her. Sometimes I just miss the days of being a student." Once he'd said his peace, the boy looked as if an entire weight had been lifted off his shoulders, but it still hung in the air and wasn't about to let him go.
Digging into her bag, Penelope pulled out a piece of peppermint candy and handed it to Alec. "Here, this'll make you feel better," she said in that wizened old voice of hers. Alec gratefully took the candy and started nibbling on it, smiling.
"I remember just a few years back how you'd give me candy whenever something was bothering me. It's funny how even now it can make me feel better." Penelope smiled as she recalled many of the times she'd played consulate to Alec's problems, ranging from grades to his home life towards the end of it all.
She sipped lightly at her tea, a smile curling up the corners of her lips. "Old people have always known there's a power in candy, young people just don't realize it until they're old themselves."
A calm settled between the two, both tending to their respective snacks they had. Sometimes they didn't need to exchange anymore words than necessary, just the knowledge that the other person there cared about you was enough to ease their troubles.
"Everything will work itself out in the end little one, you just wait and see."
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 4:14 pm
"One More Time"
Nigel White The light was off and the door was locked, but still Mr. White sat in his office, staring down at the top of his desk. Every so often he would get up and pace around. He had been deep in thought for several hours now, mentally preparing a spell. He was, in his opinion, a fairly decent spellcaster, although his skills were more in education and seeing than anything else. But still, this particular spell always got him. It was so delicate, and the materials required had to be carefully measured and artfully prepared.
Finally, as the evening wore on, he cleared the papers and calendar off his desk and laid out a bronze dish. In it, he carefully added a layer of dried leaves and a few drops of oil. It sat there for several minutes as the elderly principal once again paced around nervously. Perhaps this year would be the year he got it right. Perhaps this year, he would another fanciful spell to woo the women on open bar nights.
He wiped his sweaty hands across the front of his trousers, held them above his desk, and took a deep breath.
“Ignite.”
The oil and leaves inside the bronze dish instantly gave into blurry pink flames. The principal’s fingers twitched, the light reflecting off his thick glasses.
“Ignite,” he repeated, and the pink flames slowly separated themselves into pristine red and white stripes of fire. A pale and pleasantly scented minty smoke wafted up to the ceiling before it was dragged out by the draft of an open window.
“YES!” Mr. White cheered loudly, quite a sight to for anyone who only knew him for his biting snark or typical elderly grumpiness.
Responding to its master, the holiday fire erupted into a massive red-and-white striped vortex. It hit the ceiling and exploded outward, dropping lit embers over several of the faculty’s payrolls and triggering the school-wide fire alarm.
“No….”
The principal collapsed in his chair and sighed deeply, as his office became engulfed in peppermint flames.
“Twenty four years and counting…”
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 4:44 pm
"A Helping Hand"
Asmodeous Luxuria Asmodeous held gently onto the cylindrical object as it rested uncertainly on the edge of its place of destination. He frowned slightly as he stared at it uncertainly, what he was doing being entirely unfamiliar to him.
"You do know what you're doing, right? An exhausted voice inquired, their breath panting from previous strenuous activity. They'd been at it for several hours already, but there was still much more left for them to do together.
Asmodeous scoffed at her inquiry, knowing she obviously didn't know who she was dealing with. Or at least, she didn't act like it. "Not know what I'm doing? Are you kidding? I'm a demon lord thousands of years old. If I can't manage something so simple as this, then I wouldn't deserve to even be here with you," he retorted to the other female, glancing at her expectant expression as she was waiting for him to proceed.
"Well if you know so much, Prince, then how come when we got this far you stopped short in your tracks?" The woman was impatient, half ready to take over for what he was doing if he didn't start showing results.
He puckered out his lower lip as he twisted the object in his hands, almost frightened to admit the truth. "Well...you see....it's because...."
"Becaaaaauuuuuse?" He jerked his head away in embarrassment and a small smile crept onto her face.
"I've never done this particular thing before. Everything else we've done I've done multiple times and I've never had a complaint out of anyone, woman or man for the results. I'm doing my best okay?" She was now laughing at him, and heat rose up to his cheeks
"Okay okay, let me teach you how to do it then. First, you have to check with your fingers to make sure its ready to start shoving sticks in there. Go on, use your finger, stir around in there a bit, get a nice feel for it." The woman cooed as she instructed Asmodeous, and he stuck a tentative finger into the wet stickiness. She hummed in response and stirred his finger more at what he thought were noises of insistence.
"Ah ah ah, not so fast Prince. Gentle motions, or you're just going to make a mess of everything." He followed as she instructed, and she smiled all the while to see he was learning from her careful instruction. Asmodeous was unused to receiving instruction from anyone, typically he was the one giving it.
"Now," she let out a short sigh as she wiped the sweat from her forehead, "insert it, but make sure to do it slo-ahhh, you've got the hang of it now." He smiled sweetly, feeling proud of his accomplishment. That is, until she gasped and stopped what he was doing, not flinching for a second.
"What is it?" He fear he'd already done something wrong, but she shushed him before he got too worried.
"Calm yourself Prince, I merely forgot. You have to crush the peppermint first before putting it into the batter. That way the peppermint will be distributed evenly throughout the scones!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 6:24 pm
"Cold Outside"
[Petra] Petra was practically skipping through the halls with glee. Her caroling plan was going pretty well, though most people just took one of her basket of candy canes and asked her not to sing before sending her away. It was a little disappointing, but as long as people enjoyed the candy she wasn’t too terribly bothered. She was sure they’d already been bombarded by the Christmas songs by now and were likely to be sick and tired of them.
Now she had gotten to almost all of the dorm rooms, most of the teachers and other staff, and had just left Mr. White’s office with a few less candy canes in the wicker basket she had slung onto one arm. The other was left clear, so she could lift her hand to knock on each door. Now she neared the school counselor’s office. She wasn’t too familiar with Mr. Luxuria just yet, though she had met him on a few occasions. He seemed friendly. At least, he didn’t seem to mind her company the couple of times she’d dropped in to ask a question. He answered the door with an impatient look on his face this time, however. Usually one of his assistants would handle the door, but today he seemed to be alone.
“I’m busy, come again later,” he said, rubbing his temples. Asmodeous hadn’t even bothered to look at who was there before starting to swing the door closed. Petra lifted her hand to stop the door.
“Wait! Mr. Luxuria! Would you at least like a candy cane?” she asked, trying to offer a smile. She plucked one from her basket and held it up to display it to him. At the sound of her voice he had moved to look at her. Suddenly his expression changed, in fact everything about his body language warmed to a more gentle state.
“Why, Petra was it?” he said, reopening the door. “Come on in. What are you doing running around at this hour, anyway?”
“Caroling,” she said. Most words were lost on her at the sight of his smile, but she could still answer his question, at the very least. Shuffling inside she felt the warmth grow on her cheeks. His office had the least Christmas spirit of the whole school. From what she could tell he rather disliked the holiday. Yet, he put on a kind face and accepted the candy cane she’d offered, shoving it in with his pencil cup.
“I rather like peppermint,” Asmodeous mused.
“You can have a few more if you’d like. I think I got more than I needed,” Petra said, grabbing a few more for him.
“I’ll gladly accept as many as you’re willing to give, but as you are caroling, I’d like a song first.” He leaned back in his chair, eyes never leaving her. It was amusing to watch her squirm nervously in place. It was so cute the way she would fidget, wrapping a bit of hair around a pale finger. The redness of her hair against the white of her skin made her look like a little peppermint candy herself. Asmodeous held in a bit of a laugh.
“A-any song in particular?” Petra choked out. She had taken to mumbling now.
“I’ve actually got one in mind. I’ve been wanting to sing it with someone, but alas I’ve no one to sing with around here. It’s a call and response duet. Probably one you’ve heard of?” Asmodeous said, running through the small selection of Christmas songs he’d kept on his computer. It was a popular song he had in mind and among one of the more suggestive Christmas songs. Had he known sooner such a thing existed, maybe he would have gotten into the music for the holiday season a bit sooner. This one didn’t even strictly mention the nasty day associated with a certain someone’s birthday.
Pressing play, he watched for her response as she recognized the introduction. Her face lit up just like a red Christmas light. The first few lines passed by before he sang, coaxing her into it. Petra cleared her throat before suggesting he restart the song.
“I… I had forgotten the lyrics for a moment,” she said, eyes at her feet.
“Of course,” Asmodeous said. “It happens to the best of us.”
Pressing the button to go back, just as he’d been shown, they waited for the intro to get through. Asmodeous moved around his desk to stand with her. Finally, Petra quietly sang out the first line.
I really can't stay
I gotta go away
This evening has been
Been hoping that you’d drop by
So very nice
I'll hold your hands, they’re just like ice
Reaching out with the song he took her hands, rubbing the tops of them gently with his thumbs. Petra looked up with surprise, and this time he caught her eyes and held her, entranced. She sputtered the words out, but got more comfortable as she sang, the warmth of his hands becoming more of a comfort. Really, this wasn’t so bad…
I wish I knew how
Your eyes are like starlight now
To break the spell
I'll take your hat your hair looks swell
I ought to say no, no, no sir
Asmodeous continued to mimic the song’s words, pulling her up to him as he took a small step forward. She was hesitant but did not step back. She seemed enchanted, wondering what he would do next. Perhaps she was imagining how seriously he was taking the seductive words in the song? Perhaps it was just all him playing the part. She wasn’t sure this was entirely appropriate, acting or not. And, for the moment, Petra didn’t honestly care.
This welcome has been so nice and warm
Look out the window at that storm
My sister will be suspicious
Gosh your lips look delicious!
Now was the moment she backed away, noticing he’d gotten a little too close for comfort. Still Petra sang, though her eyes averted from him for a few seconds.
My brother will be there at the door
Waves upon a tropical shore
My maiden aunts mind is vicious
Gosh your lips are delicious!
In a hurried and confused moment, she leaned up and kissed him. The music played though they had stopped singing. After that, Petra was very quick to realize what she’d done. She backed away in a hurry.
“I-I’m sorry. I should go.” Snatching up a few more candy canes, she left them on his desk. “H-happy holidays.” Petra turned and ran, slamming the door behind her. Asmodeous was left, a bit bewildered by how quick the whole thing had been, and a bit put out as he realized she’d run away from him instead of staying to finish what she had started. He sighed, moving back behind his desk to his chair. Her lips had been so soft and warm. Grinning to himself, he unwrapped a candy cane, realizing there had been a small taste of the peppermint on her breath.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 8:15 pm
"Bitter, Sweet"
Beelzebub  It was one of those nights, yes the ones where he would rather drawn his conscious mind into a stupor. Work was, well, work and honestly he wasn't fond of having to deal with the youth---which is odd considering he acted like them more than he should. But it didn't matter at this moment considering the only person he had to put up with was the man sitting beside him at the bar. Every so often, he could feel the man twist around in his stool to make himself look like he was keeping busy, when in reality, Bee was aware he was three sheets to the wind by now and perhaps began to feel nervous? Beelzebub was intimidating to say the least and it wouldn't surprise him if the occasional glares exchanged would have made the male nervous. However, it surprised him when the male leaned towards him on the counter and eyed him for a while. Finally Bee took a swig of his beer and turned to the male, raising an eyebrow in response "I'm sorry, but if you don't like sitting next to me, move your a** down a few seats."1/b].
Oddly, the male seemed less affected to his remark than the demon would have wanted and instead smiled goofily "Oh no. No I just, I just would have thought you'd notice my advances.". He was definitely more honest than Bee was comfortable with and it made him wonder if he was really that drunk not to notice him making advances in him. But he wasn't necessarily interested, instead, he rolled his eyes and turned away, as he had he was stopped by a firm hand and a body moving closer to his person. Growling he turned to the male and shoved him "Personal space, a*****e, haven't you heard of it?". The man chuckled and it seemed he was going to remain resilient---quote frankly it was annoying at best. "Playing hard to get? Damn and I thought this Season was meant for cuddling and---"
"I don't give two shits, did I say I was okay with that? Surely not, and I honestly am not into hopeless idiots such as yourself, so hands off. Anyways, I already have somebody, don't you?" The male paused as he drew his body back in the upright position and pressed his lips in a thin line before he answered in a soft breath "N-No...well I had one but ...she, well, she and I are fighting.." His finger traced around the side of the counter, perhaps a nervous habit of his? He finally withdrew a heavy breath before Bee finally spoke up and sat up straight "I'm don't know what to say. Perhaps, grow a pair and apologize for whatever you've done?" Bee couldn't find some sympathy in his story and only felt he would be to blame in this said situation. However, the man was quick to shake his head "I can't simply apologize, it's the fact our son doesn't want to be with us and it's now my fault because he doesn't like me. Perhaps, I went wrong as a step dad.. Because he won't even come home.".
For once, Bee wasn't about to find a sarcastic or snarky retort, instead he looked at the man square in the eyes and answered calmly "Be a ******** father, for ******** sake! Drag his little butt home, and show him that you're his father and you're not giving him any choices." It was like a light lit up inside the man because it wasn't long before he stood up and went for a hug but cringed back as he noticed Bee was ready to shove him away. He smiled nervously and grinned "Thanks man, Merry Christmas and I appreciate the advice." Slyly the man slid out a candy cane from his pocket and set it in front of the demon. But before the human departed, Bee began to work his persuasion, now making eye contact "When you bring him home, be sure to offer him a bowl and encourage it daily---it'll strengthen your relationship.".
Turning back to the piece of candy before him, Bee tilted his head and unwrapped the red and white piece of candy before biting down. He tilted his head for a second before realizing he might actually like this type of candy and it had that bitter sweet after taste, just like the conversation he just had with the man at the bar.
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