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Muse name: Damien Dresden
Muse fandom: Dresden Files (Novel) OC
Timeline prompt is written in: Childhood
Prompt: Snow
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Words: 362
Authors Note: I do not own Billy. He can be found at the following journal, goldenkid . He is used for this fic lovingly and with permission.
Warm breath hitting cold air created little clouds that ebbed from boyish mouths and noses. They were currently taking a brief pause, because breath needed to be caught. Pond hockey was way more tiring then hockey in a rink. There was no doubt in Damien's mind.
The two children were dressed appropriately. Knitted hats enveloped heads and ears. Warm oversized jackets protected chests and arms. Snow pants covered over jeans, which covered over cold gear and long underwear. Thick gloves kept hands clutching those distinctive sticks warm and dry. Faces were the only parts exposed to the December air and the cold, over the course of the last hour or so, had begun to take its toll. Cheeks were red. Eyes were watery. Noses were beginning to run.
The older boy broke the silence. "Let's crash the net. You follow a few feet behind me." Dami pauses and takes in a few deep breaths before continuing. "I'll feed you a drop pass and you take a slap shot at the net."
Billy looks up, the weariness of playing outdoor hockey with his older friend is plain on his face, but he doesn't let it spoil his enthusiasm for a moment. He nods and smiles around tired eyes. "Okay, Damien."
Another moment or two is spent chuffing for air. The wind picks up and a light snow begins to fall. The friends glance at each other with a nod and neither can contain a grin. Damien guides his stick to the puck and leans forward. He pushes off with his feet, getting up to speed in only a few strides. He looks back for a moment, so he knows Bill is following him and he shifts control of the puck. Forehand to backhand, backhand to forehand. The punk is tapped with the back of his stick and the puck slides between Dami's legs.
In seconds, Billy's received the pass and a fired a quick one timer at the net. The sound of the wooden stick striking the puck makes a satisfying crack that can be heard above the wind.
The younger boys aim is true. The puck finds the back of the net.
Muse fandom: Dresden Files (Novel) OC
Timeline prompt is written in: Childhood
Prompt: Snow
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Words: 362
Authors Note: I do not own Billy. He can be found at the following journal, goldenkid . He is used for this fic lovingly and with permission.
Warm breath hitting cold air created little clouds that ebbed from boyish mouths and noses. They were currently taking a brief pause, because breath needed to be caught. Pond hockey was way more tiring then hockey in a rink. There was no doubt in Damien's mind.
The two children were dressed appropriately. Knitted hats enveloped heads and ears. Warm oversized jackets protected chests and arms. Snow pants covered over jeans, which covered over cold gear and long underwear. Thick gloves kept hands clutching those distinctive sticks warm and dry. Faces were the only parts exposed to the December air and the cold, over the course of the last hour or so, had begun to take its toll. Cheeks were red. Eyes were watery. Noses were beginning to run.
The older boy broke the silence. "Let's crash the net. You follow a few feet behind me." Dami pauses and takes in a few deep breaths before continuing. "I'll feed you a drop pass and you take a slap shot at the net."
Billy looks up, the weariness of playing outdoor hockey with his older friend is plain on his face, but he doesn't let it spoil his enthusiasm for a moment. He nods and smiles around tired eyes. "Okay, Damien."
Another moment or two is spent chuffing for air. The wind picks up and a light snow begins to fall. The friends glance at each other with a nod and neither can contain a grin. Damien guides his stick to the puck and leans forward. He pushes off with his feet, getting up to speed in only a few strides. He looks back for a moment, so he knows Bill is following him and he shifts control of the puck. Forehand to backhand, backhand to forehand. The punk is tapped with the back of his stick and the puck slides between Dami's legs.
In seconds, Billy's received the pass and a fired a quick one timer at the net. The sound of the wooden stick striking the puck makes a satisfying crack that can be heard above the wind.
The younger boys aim is true. The puck finds the back of the net.