WC day 3: snow
#3 of Writing challenge attempt 1
Day 3 of the ancient writing challenge
Original upload date: January 14th, 2016
a while back, i set myself up on a writing challenge. go a month, writing a new story every day, (500 words on days i worked, 1000 words son days i was off) with a theme given to me by my friend ? gothicvixen-autumn during this time, i banned myself from any videogames and computer, limiting myself to books and skype mobile to chat with friends on occasion.
although i failed the challenge, i decided to upload my work here now. Some of them are good, some of them are.. not good. some of them are finished, some are works in progress. comes with the territory i suppose. as always, constructive criticism is always welcome <3
Toriel stepped out of the kitchen, her hands neatly wrapped in oven gloves, as she carried out a freshly baked pie to the living room where her wife and son sat patiently. Steam visibly rose from the aromatic butterscotch-cinnamon pie, hold the snails.
Rook hopped off Brinley's lap to excitedly peer over the couch at the treat. His little antlers just beginning to be visible through his thick mop of black hair.
Every action she did had a certain, indescribable elegance to it. She moved like a church hymn, and her voice matched it. "You cant eat it yet my child, its still too hot." Toriel smiled to him, as she wandered around to the front of the couch, where she set the pie down on the coffee table.
Rook frowned grumpily, but was shook out of his mood by Brinley shaking her hand through his hair. "We can decorate the tree while we wait." Her voice was soft, peaceful, safe. every time she opened her mouth it was a special sort of relaxing, and so was the way she held herself.
Rook's eyes light up like stars, leaping to his feet and dashing to the tree.
The tree was a tall pine, towering over even Brinley. Its needles had been turned as white as the snow that gently pattered against the window by Toriel's magic. Boxes of ornaments and decorations were scattered around its base for just this occasion.
First, with the help of his rabbit mom, Brinley, Rook slowly curled lights around the tree. Its white wire helped the extra bright bulbs 'pop'. Reds, blues, greens, and yellows flickered and danced like excited children. Finally out of their box and ready to show the world their light.
Brinley gave her wife a soft kiss on the cheek, as she traded places with her. The same loving smile still stuck on her lips, as she helped rook retrieve tinsel from the box. It was a peperminty red and silver; flashes of multicolored light bounced off its shiny surface the entire time the two wrapped it around the tree; and long after that too.
Brinley and Toriel admired its simple beauty, until Rook plopped down a box full of colorful baubles and trinkets.
The sudden noise startled the two mothers out of the peaceful moment, but also gave them a bit of a giggle. Brinley made her way back over to the tree, taking turns to lift their boy up, helping him adorn the tree with tiny gold and instruments, glittery orbs, and clear glass crystals.
Finally, the tree was perfectly packed with just enough ornaments to make it full, without hiding its natural beauty, and the pie was pleasantly cooled off.
With all three happily stuffed from the delicious treat, they made their way outside. A thick layer of white fluff covered the ground, with more of the stuff coming down in a gentle flurry. Brinley wore a snug down coat, Toriel kept her usual robes. Seeming as entirely unfazed by the weather as she always did.
And poor Rook was wrapped in layer after layer, struggling to waddle towards the yard full of snow.
Brinley looked between her Rook, and her wife with a bit of worry. "you dont think you wrapped him, a bit too tight?" Almost as if to prove her point, the young bunwolf flopped down onto the snow. as the light snow fall pattered on his back. Toriel gently changed from a peaceful kneel, to her feet, as she walked over to help Rook back upright. "i dont want him to get cold my love." a gentle smile spread across her cheeks, as she stepped back to the porch with Brinley.
Brinley rolled her eyes softly "he has winter fur. Besides, he can barely walk" she planted a gentle kiss to her lover's cheek as soon as she returned "at least narrow it down to three layers next time hun?" Toriel just smiled, not giving a response to the question, before walking back inside.
Brinley huffedd some air, as she watched Rook desperatly struggle to make a snowman without the ability to move his arms. "Come on baby, lets get rid of a few layers before Toriel notices."