𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿 𝙄𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙏 sound of a modern holiday song , thrumming pop that goes in one ear & out the other . in the midst of december , festive ambiance has taken solid hold of new york . the world is sheer white & frozen over , yet the city streets are heavy with pedestrian traffic . fresh snow is reduced to muck underfoot , wet boot - prints tracked into bustling stores . last minute shopping is the continuous bane of his existence / every year he tells himself to get it over with early , & still here he finds himself . scarlet hues paint watercolor blotches across freckled skin , burning from one ear to the other . bundled in one of kaine’s shoddy sweaters & a coat that used to belong to uncle ben , peter can’t seem to shake the penetrating temperature . ah , the woes of a creature both human & not / MONSTER , MAN . teeth chatter , lips press so tightly together they go bloodless .
three gifts in is when he hears it . a familiar thrum / steady & precious . the back of his neck burns with more than just the cold ; an unseeing gaze not more than a few feet behind . ❛❛ jesus , matt ! you tryna give me a heart attack ? you need a bell with the way you move . ❜❜ it spills from him recklessly . his heart picks up speed , teeth bared from behind parted lips . the smile he gives is far too enamored , too exasperated . ❛❛ doin’ some last minute shoppin’ , too ? didn’t take you for a procrastinator . it’s kinda my thing . ❜❜ / FOR @infernym .
