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tampered2012-12-25 11:05 am
had_not_lived) wrote in tampered2012-12-25 11:05 am
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When; December 25
Rating; presumably pg
Characters; Neil Perry, Todd Anderson, Justin Pendleton, and Rosella
Summary; some friends having Christmas brunch
Log;
It's still dark when Neil wakes on Christmas morning, though dawn isn't far off; even now the shade on the horizon is starting to fade, and soon enough the watery winter sunlight will creep over the City's streets. Still, it's a few quiet moments to lay in bed and savor the peculiar anticipation of Christmas morning.
He doesn't care in the least what he might get; Neil is only worrying, for now, about what Todd will think of his gift. Of what he will say.
Of course, it's not merely anticipation (and a little anxiety, if he is honest with himself) that has him staring at the shadows on the ceiling; this will take an early start. So it isn't long before he's quietly shaking his bedmate awake and urging him into clothes and coat and shoes and out the door, with the promise of a Christmas surprise and a staunch refusal to say any more about it.
Slipping through the streets, still more or less quiet as the rest of the City sleeps, he thinks of home-- or rather, of school, of sneaking out at night to go to the woods with poetry books and scraps of food stolen from the kitchen. It's just the same, and wholly different.
(His heart is racing, and he glances skyward with a brief smile, picking out the few stars bright enough to stand out even as it grows steadily lighter. None of them are the one he wants to thank.)
When it comes down to it, there really is only once choice.
They go to the woods.
Rating; presumably pg
Characters; Neil Perry, Todd Anderson, Justin Pendleton, and Rosella
Summary; some friends having Christmas brunch
Log;
It's still dark when Neil wakes on Christmas morning, though dawn isn't far off; even now the shade on the horizon is starting to fade, and soon enough the watery winter sunlight will creep over the City's streets. Still, it's a few quiet moments to lay in bed and savor the peculiar anticipation of Christmas morning.
He doesn't care in the least what he might get; Neil is only worrying, for now, about what Todd will think of his gift. Of what he will say.
Of course, it's not merely anticipation (and a little anxiety, if he is honest with himself) that has him staring at the shadows on the ceiling; this will take an early start. So it isn't long before he's quietly shaking his bedmate awake and urging him into clothes and coat and shoes and out the door, with the promise of a Christmas surprise and a staunch refusal to say any more about it.
Slipping through the streets, still more or less quiet as the rest of the City sleeps, he thinks of home-- or rather, of school, of sneaking out at night to go to the woods with poetry books and scraps of food stolen from the kitchen. It's just the same, and wholly different.
(His heart is racing, and he glances skyward with a brief smile, picking out the few stars bright enough to stand out even as it grows steadily lighter. None of them are the one he wants to thank.)
When it comes down to it, there really is only once choice.
They go to the woods.