Winter Snows

[corroded-crown.livejournal.com]

Time: December 23, 2000
Place: Manor Grounds
Status: Public
Summary: Playing in the Snow

Pollution felt the snow crunch under his boots as he walked along the path that led away from the Mansion. The snow was perfect right here. Not even a certian Someone's influcance on this place could stop the walkway from turning from pristine white to a delightfully muddy brown under the feet of the people who were constantly walking up and down the path. He didn't really like winter on a whole (there was something so clean about winter), but this was nice. 

Moving off the path, Pollution walked through the new snow, stomping dirty foot prints in the drifts. Grinning vaugely down at the mess he was making, White laughed.

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[polldancer.livejournal.com]

Famine wrapped his slim, black coat more tightly around himself as he stepped out the door, and he paused to lean against the doorframe and look out over the snow. He had always liked winter, how most plants died or went dormant at the first frost, how barren the landscapes looked covered in snow. He spotted the muddy footprints of course, and after a moment followed them and walked up behind White, formerly neat shoes now damp and muddy as they crunched through the snow. "Good morning, White." He smiled.

[corroded-crown.livejournal.com]

Pollution glanced up and gaved the thin man a smile when his eyes fell onto him. "Good morning, Sable," he murmered, taking a step towards him, a welcoming smile on his face. He took another step towards Famine and put cold fingers into his pockets to warm them. He remembered that Famine liked winter, for the death that it brought. He could apreciate that.

[polldancer.livejournal.com]

Famine steps closer, putting an arm around Pollution's waist and kissing his cheek. "Having fun?"

[corroded-crown.livejournal.com]

"Yes, very much so," he replied, stretching up to press his cold hand to Famine's sharp cheek bones. "Have you come to join me?" he asked, looking out across the great expanse of clean snow with longing. He wanted to splash the pristine white with a dirty brown. He stepped away from Famine and crouched down to scoop up a handful of snow, glancing at Famine with a small grin on his face.

[polldancer.livejournal.com]

"Of course. I couldn't let you have all the fun." He grins, then raises an eyebrow when Pollution steps away. When he sees what Pollution is doing, though, he stoops and starts scooping up his own handfull of snow.

[corroded-crown.livejournal.com]

Pollutions hands move a bit quicker when he finds Famine mirroring his movements. The snow, that's really more dirty slush at this point, is quickly thrown at Famine's chest. After stopping a moment to check to see if it lands on it's target, Pollution grins and ducks behind a near by tree. Quickly, he sets about making more another slush ball.

[polldancer.livejournal.com]

Famine laughs and tosses his own slushball after Pollution, narrowly missing as he dodges behind the tree. He scoops up more slush and quietly sneaks toward the tree, waiting for Pollution to show himself.

[corroded-crown.livejournal.com]

Pollution laughed when the slush ball missed him. "HA!" After a moment, ball of snow in his hand, he peek around the far side of the tree, trying to get Famine back in his sights.

[polldancer.livejournal.com]

Famine is paying attention to where Pollution was, and so doesn't realize that he's now behind him. Perfect target.

[corroded-crown.livejournal.com]

Pollution pounced, quite literately. He jumped at Famine, knocking him down into the snow, while at the same time, shoving his ball of slush down the other horseman's back.

[polldancer.livejournal.com]

Famine lets out a very undignified sound as Pollution tackles him, and squirms as the snow goes down his back. He spits out slush and pushes back, rolling so that Pollution is the one in the snow and grinning as he returns the favor by shoving a handful of slush down the front of Pollution's shirt.

[corroded-crown.livejournal.com]

Pollution yelped and squirmed, trying to slide out from under Famine. This is made much harder by the laughter shaking his body, so he eventually stops trying to get away and just giggles. "You win, you win," he said, looking up at the other horseman with eyes that smile more than his mouth does.

[polldancer.livejournal.com]

Famine laughs as well and moves back enough for Pollution to sit up a bit. "Better luck next time." He returns the smile and kisses Pollution before rising and offering a hand up.

[corroded-crown.livejournal.com]

"Then it will be my turn to win," He said, taking the hand and using it to pull himself up off the ground. He was soaking wet, dirty, and couldn't have been happier. Today was a good day, he could feel it all the way down to the tips of his toes.

[polldancer.livejournal.com]

"Of course it will." He tugs Pollution close and puts his arm around his waist, grinning as he kisses the top of his head. He is soaked through and his suit is probably beyond saving, but he doesn't care. If he knew what Pollution was thinking, he'd agree. Today is a very good day.