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solarbaby614) wrote2012-07-05 01:03 am
solarbaby614) wrote2012-07-05 01:03 am
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30 Days of Writing: Day 4
Day four of the 30 Days of Writing Meme. Ever since MCR appeared on Yo Gabba Gabba I always wanted a fic where instead the killjoys in the desert, we have killjoys in the snow. So that's what I did with this. Enjoy!
snowflake; Ghoul (Frank) & Grace; killjoy'verse
It’s below freezing outside and snow flies into the room when Ghoul shoves the door open and dives through it. He slams the door closed, looking like a fluffy purple blob with the furry hood pulled as tight as it’ll go.
Grace giggles when he turns around to face her because his face is nothing but gray fur and white snow goggles.
He shivers as he shucks his coat off and tosses it behind the counter. It never fails that his pants end up wet at the ankles no matter what he does to deter it.
“Why couldn’t the weather fuck up the other way? Something nice and hot. With sand,” Ghoul sighs dreamily, thinking back on it. “I miss the sun. The sky used to be blue, you know. Perpetual overcast sucks balls.”
“The sun’s overrated.” It’s not surprising she thinks that. They sky hasn’t been blue since before she was born so the whole idea is like a fable they tell her.
The thought is depressing as hell and it makes him feel old. “I’m going to go try and dry off. You okay up here?”
Grace nods her head and goes back to coloring, and before he heads towards the back rooms he can see her color the sky in gray.
snowflake; Ghoul (Frank) & Grace; killjoy'verse
It’s below freezing outside and snow flies into the room when Ghoul shoves the door open and dives through it. He slams the door closed, looking like a fluffy purple blob with the furry hood pulled as tight as it’ll go.
Grace giggles when he turns around to face her because his face is nothing but gray fur and white snow goggles.
He shivers as he shucks his coat off and tosses it behind the counter. It never fails that his pants end up wet at the ankles no matter what he does to deter it.
“Why couldn’t the weather fuck up the other way? Something nice and hot. With sand,” Ghoul sighs dreamily, thinking back on it. “I miss the sun. The sky used to be blue, you know. Perpetual overcast sucks balls.”
“The sun’s overrated.” It’s not surprising she thinks that. They sky hasn’t been blue since before she was born so the whole idea is like a fable they tell her.
The thought is depressing as hell and it makes him feel old. “I’m going to go try and dry off. You okay up here?”
Grace nods her head and goes back to coloring, and before he heads towards the back rooms he can see her color the sky in gray.