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rainbowfic2012-05-01 08:24 pm
Eton Blue 6, Fuzzy Wuzzy 1: Spring Snow
Author: Kat
Title: Spring Snow
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Eton blue 6 (partying), fuzzy wuzzy 1 (cuddles) with shadowsong's paint-by-numbers (snowstorm, fire, hot chocolate, and you. this is bliss.)
Supplies and Materials: Miniature, watercolors (someone who celebrates springtime in an unusual way), modeling clay (love), beading wire (this picture), seed beads.
Word Count: 100.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Thea makes hot chocolate. Henrik has other plans.
Warnings: none
Notes: A miniature to hold you over while I write a bunch of saturations. Last fuzzy-wuzzy!
The children were out playing in the snow. Thea set Henrik's mug on the table beside him, and curled up beside him, cradling her hot chocolate.
He sighed. "So this is spring."
Thea giggled, and sipped her chocolate. "The weathermen are just as surprised as you, dear." She rested her head on his shoulder, firelight flickering across her face.
"Hmm." He readjusted his arm. "Chrissy watching the others?"
"Yes," she said, raising an eyebrow as he took her mug and set it on the table. "For at least an hour."
"Good," he said, and pressed her down against the couch.
Title: Spring Snow
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Eton blue 6 (partying), fuzzy wuzzy 1 (cuddles) with shadowsong's paint-by-numbers (snowstorm, fire, hot chocolate, and you. this is bliss.)
Supplies and Materials: Miniature, watercolors (someone who celebrates springtime in an unusual way), modeling clay (love), beading wire (this picture), seed beads.
Word Count: 100.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Thea makes hot chocolate. Henrik has other plans.
Warnings: none
Notes: A miniature to hold you over while I write a bunch of saturations. Last fuzzy-wuzzy!
The children were out playing in the snow. Thea set Henrik's mug on the table beside him, and curled up beside him, cradling her hot chocolate.
He sighed. "So this is spring."
Thea giggled, and sipped her chocolate. "The weathermen are just as surprised as you, dear." She rested her head on his shoulder, firelight flickering across her face.
"Hmm." He readjusted his arm. "Chrissy watching the others?"
"Yes," she said, raising an eyebrow as he took her mug and set it on the table. "For at least an hour."
"Good," he said, and pressed her down against the couch.

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