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Andrea Fantucci stepped into the tinsel-wrapped hallway, shutting the front door behind her. Freezing grey slush clung to her bare feet, and the green Santa cap she wore was liberally dusted with freshly fallen snow. A red and white striped bow at the end of her long braid was covered in a thin layer of frost.

Mary C. Carter looked up, pausing in the act of dropping marshmallow snowmen into two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. The mugs were shaped like the heads of chubby penguins, each wearing a brightly coloured scarf. She crossed to the open kitchen door and leaned out into the hallway.

"So?" she asked. "What did you think?"

Andrea wriggled her cold-reddened toes in the thick carpet.

"I really like the rain you have here," she said. "I like that it isn't tiny needles falling from the sky and killing everything in its path. I like that you can look at the sun and your eyes don't crystallise in your skull and turn you blind to everything except the auras of people around you." She grinned. "But I think I like snow most of all!"

She twirled and her hair twirled with her, and the ice caught between the strands crackled and splintered, falling to the ground in a glittering stream of frozen water.

"Most of all?" said Marisea, with a mock pout.

"Most of all weather," Andrea clarified, sliding the damp soles of her feet through the thick plush of the hallway rug. She moved through it like an ice skater across a frozen rink, and she left twin trails in the rich red pile as she passed. Marisea retreated back into the kitchen and Andrea followed, still with that slow, sliding gait.

"I made cocoa," said Marisea, reaching for the jolly, decapitated penguins.

"Yum," said Andrea, slipping one December-cold hand under Marisea's flannel dressing gown. Marisea shrieked and spun, laughing and squirming at the sudden chill, and Andrea kissed her in the yellow-white glow of a snow-clouded sky streaming in from the kitchen window.





The Andrea/Marisea Series

Marys by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Mary C. Carter takes on her new role

The Microwave by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Andrea Fantucci returns to Eerie after a considerable absense

The Eldritch Abomination in the Room by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which the microwave is most definitely not discussed

Twelve Sleeps! by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Andrea does not enjoy Christmas shopping

Mirror by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Mary C. Carter does some housework

Invitiation by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Mary C. Carter makes use of Marshall's well-honed delivery boy skills

Figurehead by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Lake Eerie's ghost pirates encounter the lighthouse

Awakening by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Marisea must confront an unhappy spectre at an unreasonable hour

4.57pm by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Mary C. Carter waits for a bus





The Christmas Series

Visiting Relations by [personal profile] froodle, in which the Abominable Snowman pays a call on his favourite cousin

Tradition by [personal profile] froodle, in which Dash and Marshall decorate a Christmas tree

Twelve Sleeps! by [personal profile] froodle, in which Andrea does not enjoy Christmas shopping

Handmade by [personal profile] froodle, in which the Tellers receive a Christmas package from Marilyn's mother

So Be Good, For Goodness' Sake by [personal profile] froodle, in which Marshall and Dash go to see Santa

Poor Life Choices by [personal profile] froodle, in which Syndi loves her brother anyway

Date: 2017-12-08 08:36 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] deifire
Aww, this is so cute! (And weather-appropriate where I'm reading this!)

Date: 2017-12-08 09:27 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] deifire
Partially! I spent most of the morning taking a cat I don't own to the vet.

Date: 2017-12-08 09:44 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] deifire
Nope a different one, this one a stripey tabby. The grey one that tried to kill me hates him.

So do the cats I actually own.

Date: 2017-12-08 10:22 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] deifire
He does/will, which is bad because I do not want another cat. (Right now, he is hiding because of said vet-related betrayal.)

Date: 2017-12-09 04:53 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] evilinsanemonkey
awwwww so cute!

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