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Iceberg 10: Frost
Author: Kat
Title: Frost
Story: In the Heart - The House
Colors: Iceberg 10 (winter wonderland) with geena's paint-by-numbers (Everybody knows that happy is the new sad)
Supplies and Materials: Eraser (The House AU), novelty beads (frost flowers), brush (expunge), chalk (ice), feathers (Today, from a distance, I saw you,/walking away, and without a sound/the glittering face of a glacier/slid into the sea. - After Years, Ted Kooser), miniature.
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Olivia and a winter day.
Warnings: Enforced memory loss.
Notes: I watched an episode of Criminal Minds and this came out.
Snow had fallen overnight, and the world was bright and glittering. Frostflowers unfurled over the wooden porch, frost ferns curled on the windows.
Olivia didn't put her hand to the window, for fear they'd melt, but she stood on tiptoe and peeped out at the snowy fields. It was so beautiful, like it was made just for her. It was too cold for her, sadly, but maybe
—she puts her hands in mittens much too big and smiles up at her father as he wraps a scarf around—
Olivia blinked, and shook her head, and the wisp of memory vanished.
Title: Frost
Story: In the Heart - The House
Colors: Iceberg 10 (winter wonderland) with geena's paint-by-numbers (Everybody knows that happy is the new sad)
Supplies and Materials: Eraser (The House AU), novelty beads (frost flowers), brush (expunge), chalk (ice), feathers (Today, from a distance, I saw you,/walking away, and without a sound/the glittering face of a glacier/slid into the sea. - After Years, Ted Kooser), miniature.
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Olivia and a winter day.
Warnings: Enforced memory loss.
Notes: I watched an episode of Criminal Minds and this came out.
Snow had fallen overnight, and the world was bright and glittering. Frostflowers unfurled over the wooden porch, frost ferns curled on the windows.
Olivia didn't put her hand to the window, for fear they'd melt, but she stood on tiptoe and peeped out at the snowy fields. It was so beautiful, like it was made just for her. It was too cold for her, sadly, but maybe
—she puts her hands in mittens much too big and smiles up at her father as he wraps a scarf around—
Olivia blinked, and shook her head, and the wisp of memory vanished.
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Thank you very much!
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So perfect and so fleeting.
*EEEE*
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