#thread: winter blues

[etcile-archive-blog]

Winter Blues - Riley & Sycamore

@auraprotector

The sky, tinted with hues of blue, white and grey signalled an early winter. As he steps out into the front porch, he sees the first falling snow hit the ground. The balaclava is wrapped tighter around his neck and he exhales. Today, he’s free to do as he pleases. So he steps out into the crowds and walks into the city centre.

He wanders aimlessly, for today no work could bother him. It was far from Christmas, so he did not have to daunt himself with strenuous shopping. He heads, instead, to his favourite haunt in the city, a famous shop located near one of the gates leading out of the city - the same shop that sold the everlasting Lumiose Galette.

He reaches the shop, picks out a few choice notes and exchanges them for a sweet treat, and then he turns around and his eyes catches a foreign face; few were out due to the cold. He eyes the man curiously and stops to observe. There is a certain air about him that seemed...different.

Sycamore does not say anything and continues to watch the man. His foreign air would mean that he was a tourist of some sort, but what sort of tourist hangs around during such freezing temperatures? So he continues to watch the man go about his business and though nothing is said, he knows the man is well aware that his gaze is boring into his back.

So Sycamore turns away, averts his gaze and sits by nearby bench a little ways away from the man and enjoys his treat. Perhaps the man would come over, speak to him. Whichever way, it did not matter. He began to chow down on his dessert but his eyes never leave the man.  

[noonediesonmywatch]

☆ winter blues

     It's certainly a strange thought to have but unfortunately one that had come to mind when Steve saw Jessica enter the kitchen at Avengers Tower. His mind had immediately went to the fact that they had both lost their best friends (slash lover) in a sense. For Jessica, it was the fact that Carol is such an admirable hero that she lost her memory to save them all. For Steve, it was the fact that Sharon had performed the same act with little to knowledge of the world she'd saved by sacrificing her life in it's stead. She'd performed the ultimate sacrifice. An act that is not unusual for her to perform because she was, and will always be, selfless.

     Yet that didn't stop the tinge of pain he'd felt when he the thought had come to mind. At least with Carol, even if old memories had ceased to be, new ones were capable of being formed. She'd also managed to keep most of her personality, it's just painful being forgotten. Anyways, after his heart sank and then his thoughts returned to the fact he was in the middle of making one of his kale shakes. She must have noticed his pause, hopefully she doesn't think much of it.

     “Good morning."