Sailorstarshine's Stocking
People wanting to stuff sailorstarshine's fannish stocking (say write drabbles/make icons/leave good wishes and such)?
This is the post to do it. Comments will be screened until the grand reveal. ( sailorstarshine's interests are as follows: )
This is the post to do it. Comments will be screened until the grand reveal. ( sailorstarshine's interests are as follows: )
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The wind whips past him in cold blasts that have already numbed his cheeks and his nose feels frozen. It all reminds him of a movie he saw once when he was little, the puppies bemoaning how their toes and noses and tails were cold and he smiles beneath the striped, fuzzy fleece scarf that's the only thing keeping them from possibly turning blue on the walk from his - his - driveway to their porch. He's pretty sure the novelty will never wear off, having a house that's his, theirs.
The keys slip in his gloved hand when he pulls them from his belt loop, shifting all of the bags into his other arm. He should have known better than to think he'd actually need to use them, though, when the door opens before he's even started trying to pick out the house key from the rest.
Gabriel pulls him in by the arm, but Sam can barely feel it through the sleeves of his puffy coat. The skin of his cheeks tingle and his nose twitches at the sudden change in temperature. There's a fire crackling in the living ( ... )
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