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petty_dabbler) wrote2022-12-17 11:56 am
petty_dabbler) wrote2022-12-17 11:56 am
Winter
The winter was miserable. John was tired of the cold. He grumbled as he gathered wood and stoked the fire, magic making it blaze to chase away the morning chill as quickly as possible. He made his tea and smoked his pipe and waited for Winter to turn up. Sometimes he slept late, sometimes John never heard him duck out to bother the chickens or gather dawn mushrooms.
John had a thought and smiled to himself. The midwinter preparations would be well underway in the King's Realm. Maybe he could convince the pixie to come to the market with him.
John had a thought and smiled to himself. The midwinter preparations would be well underway in the King's Realm. Maybe he could convince the pixie to come to the market with him.
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John shifted and moved up to pull him close.
"Truly," he said. "I'm too old for the chase, so I'm glad you said something."
He chuckled softly, even as he kissed him.
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John slipped free and Winter curled up against him, settling in close- Just as his potion wore off.
He shrank with a pop, letting out a surprised sound.
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John gasped and startled, but only moved back an inch. It took a heartbeat to realize what happened and he chuckled warmly.
"I was going to tell you not to take up the whole bed tonight, but..." he said with a smile.
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Winter fluttered around then eventually settled on the pillow.
"Sorry," he squeeked.
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"Get yourself warm and settled," he said, doing the same for himself.
He nestled into his pillow, then waved a hand through the air to put out all the candles and encourage the hearth to last til morning.
"Good night, love," he smiled, looking at the little creature.
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"Goodnight, John," Winter whispered.