#macncrow

Harvest:a time where my character was cruel.

He grimaces looking down at the purple-y pink hue to Rory’s hand. When he’d popped his head in the door as usual, playing nurse hadn’t been what he expected. 

on christmas

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♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

"Right--so you have ticks or...?" No matter! He came preparedfor this situation, he had acquired a wooden spoon which he wouldlater discard as they would no longer be able to use it for their soup.Yuck."Now hold still, don't need you spilling water everywhere."                                So it seems he was mistaken--the elf had no ticks in his hair.                just lots of dirt. Alistair discarded the spoon to the side and                 deeply massaged the elf's scalp as he worked out suds                 pouring warm water on his head but not before covering his                eyes with the palm of his hand...               

During the night the temperature had taken a nose dive, what had already been cold enough by his standards only suddenly got worse and he found himself piling more and more blankets onto their bed in an effort to stave away the biting chill that was creeping in through the walls. Without a single window in the house the reason why was hidden until the very next morning came and a morning breakfast cigarette was needed. 

Huddled in the thickest of blankets and wearing thick socks, pants and a sweater he opened the door braced for the sudden chill to collide with him like a plate glass door. His eyes bugged suddenly, mouth falling open -- 

Everything was white. 

A thick blanket covering everything, mostly untouched by feet and a strange, yet calming silence filled the atmosphere of Megaton. It was nothing he'd ever seen before. He was honestly shocked and completely drawn in by the strange and new element. 

Curiously he bent down, abandoning the call for nicotine, to touch the white on the ground. It was cold and dissolved quickly to the touch soon becoming water.

"Fuckin' shit..."  he steps back into the house, wriggling his cold toes and just stares out at the ground and the dazzling colour that had suddenly brightened up an other wise, drab, brown landscape. Snow. It had fucking snowed. 

Allium: What’s the best thing you can cook?

He laughs. “I’m good at reheating stuff that’s already been cooked.” 

Foxglove: Name three facts about your family?

"We’re the second family, under the Almodovars, that can legitimately hold Overseer power in 101 — though I doubt that’s gonna happen now, all things considered, uh… my mother was actually trained to be a spare on the security force and can actually kick some mother fuckin’ ass if she needs to. My sister is allergic to band-aids, so when I was younger I used to stick them to her and watch her skin go all blotchy." 

Jasmine: What colour looks best on you?