#xelliot

[yourfirstsnow-archive]

“How’s it going?” In such a large house, Snow often yearned for interaction. It’s what kept the man outside most days, but even he needed downtime. He’d grown rather fond of his studio living back in Prague and elsewhere. The tight and intimate circle of acquaintances one constantly made in the city. This camp could be just like that, he knew, but this was an adjustment period for them all.

Oh, and clubs... no replacement for those quite yet.

Snow was pouring drinks on the open patio of Aspida house, curious to balance the flavor of ambrosia with his usual favorites. Of course, taste testers were welcome. Even appreciated. “’look like you could use a drink.”

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@shxtupandlistcn​ - starter for Elliot 

Mariana liked the snow. It was so pretty, she was sitting in the community garden with a book and a hot chocolate reading quietly bundled up in some blankets she had in the back of her car. She probably looked like she lived there but she didn’t care. She put her hot chocolate down on the ground in front of the bench as she turned the page. A few moments later someone walked by dropping a quarter into her drink, probably thinking she was begging for money. “Hey!” She protested, realizing her hot coco was ruined.