Ficlet: Silver Bells
Title: Silver Bells
Rating: PG-13 (Brief Violent Imagery)
Fandom: Blood+
Characters: Nathan
Words: 300
Notes: A little Christmasy Nathan ficlet.
The night was full of lights that shut out the stars they mirrored times a thousand with their twinkling, winking, sheer abundance. Bells chimed and clanged while humans tried to navigate the crammed sidewalks.
"It's Christmas time in the city..." Nathan Mahler sang merrily to himself.
From up high where he was perched it was beautiful and enticing. Shooting fish in a barrel-- wasn't that the saying? To slip into the bustle, take a lonely hand and disappear. Of course he had self-control. He could just imagine how Karl would be, blood spraying everywhere and human debris decorating the pavement the same red as Santa Claus' big, jolly coat. "Ho, ho, ho..." Then he chuckled. "Tastes like sugar plums." No, his brother was not particularly good with restraint. If he had one, he'd want them all. James, the wooden soldier boy, wouldn't even try. Too risky, and he hadn't a lick of spontaneity anyway. Nathan smirked and wondered if he could find a more garish Christmas sweater to give James than the one he had found last year. Amshel would have brushed the idea off too, all work and no play even during the holiday.
And what about Solomon? Nathan found himself smiling as he mused. An angel from on high by his looks, it would have been all too easy. He was more splendid than the Rockefeller tree and to a lonely somebody...
Rolling his shoulders, Nathan sighed wistfully. For his part he loved Christmas in New York. He only wished he could share the splendor of it with his queen.
Snow had started to fall, the tiny flakes carried on the chilly winter breeze.
"How perfect..." He murmured, rising. In the blink of an eye he was gone, the tune of "Silver Bells" carried away through the night.
Rating: PG-13 (Brief Violent Imagery)
Fandom: Blood+
Characters: Nathan
Words: 300
Notes: A little Christmasy Nathan ficlet.
The night was full of lights that shut out the stars they mirrored times a thousand with their twinkling, winking, sheer abundance. Bells chimed and clanged while humans tried to navigate the crammed sidewalks.
"It's Christmas time in the city..." Nathan Mahler sang merrily to himself.
From up high where he was perched it was beautiful and enticing. Shooting fish in a barrel-- wasn't that the saying? To slip into the bustle, take a lonely hand and disappear. Of course he had self-control. He could just imagine how Karl would be, blood spraying everywhere and human debris decorating the pavement the same red as Santa Claus' big, jolly coat. "Ho, ho, ho..." Then he chuckled. "Tastes like sugar plums." No, his brother was not particularly good with restraint. If he had one, he'd want them all. James, the wooden soldier boy, wouldn't even try. Too risky, and he hadn't a lick of spontaneity anyway. Nathan smirked and wondered if he could find a more garish Christmas sweater to give James than the one he had found last year. Amshel would have brushed the idea off too, all work and no play even during the holiday.
And what about Solomon? Nathan found himself smiling as he mused. An angel from on high by his looks, it would have been all too easy. He was more splendid than the Rockefeller tree and to a lonely somebody...
Rolling his shoulders, Nathan sighed wistfully. For his part he loved Christmas in New York. He only wished he could share the splendor of it with his queen.
Snow had started to fall, the tiny flakes carried on the chilly winter breeze.
"How perfect..." He murmured, rising. In the blink of an eye he was gone, the tune of "Silver Bells" carried away through the night.