@carryon-countdown I am living vicariously through their winter domesticity because it has not snowed where I live since I was 6
This would be Simon’s first proper winter. In the orphanages he was in prior to Watford, he spent his winters worrying about not starving or freezing, and in Watford, they were spent worrying about a war that a child should not have to be a soldier in. He had never had a winter where he was able to be carefree, to bundle up and drink cocoa, to catch snowflakes on his tongue.
He had said it wasn’t a big deal, that he’d seen the snow, that he’d had nice winters, but I knew better by this point.
I was always awake later than him, so when the first snow of the season began at half one, I was tugging him out of bed and putting a coat on him before it even had time to begin collecting on the ground.
Simon, being absolutely helpless for minutes after waking up, stumbled blindly behind me and grumbled under his breath. I nearly dragged him down the stairs and out of the building, and when he saw the snow falling around us, he blinked his still glazed over eyes and turned to me, a small smile at the corners of his lips.
“First snow?” he asked, his voice still rough from sleep.
I nodded and laced our fingers together, watching it catching in his hair or falling onto his shoulders. He looked around the empty street, his eyes waking up and filling with a childlike wonder.
“I told you I was going to make sure your first real winter was perfect, and it isn’t winter unless you see the first snow. I’m only doing what I said I would,” I reminded him.
“You’re absolutely insane, and I love you,” he beamed, and my heart stopped for a moment, as it did every time he said he loved me.
After months of him saying it almost daily, I should be used to it, but I suppose years of convincing myself it could never happen made sure every single time felt like the first. Instead of saying anything, I raised out hands up and pressed a kiss to the back of his hand.
“What was that for?” he asked, wrinkling his nose.
“I’m trying to be romantic Simon, don’t ruin it with stupid questions,” I told him, no bite behind the words.
“I think calling me stupid may ruin it just a bit,” he said, shaking his head.
“Shut up and watch the snow,” I scolded, turning my face away from him.
He laughed quietly and pressed a kiss to my cheek, squeezed my hand softly, and then looked up to the sky.
Talk about poop //I know whatcha want Lu gotcha covered lmao XD
“Did someone say poop?!”
“Pure mystery for me, even though Chopper has tried to explain about thousands of times I still don’t understand how the tasty food turns into such smelly pile of turdand trust me, with the crew of 9 visiting the toilet can be pretty deadly sometimes *laughs* I’m curious to know how non-humans like skeletons or fishmen can poop because they don’t look like they could, right? I also wonder do women have different kind of poop but last time I tried to ask Robin just giggled and Nami punched me so I guess I have to find the answer elsewhere…
By the way do you guys wanna hear a funny story about poop?Well Once upon a ti-”
*can’t finish the story because his crew mates have had enough of this inappropriate topic*
My day has been pretty good, I hope yours has! Someone asked me "What is love?" And I got a little carried away with my answer of "Love is when you feel safe and sound with someone, when you feel like you can be yourself free of judgement. Love can be the most beautiful thing, but it can be the most painful." What about your day? I hope it's been well?😊
Hiyaaaa! ^_^ It’s good to hear from you! ^o^
Ah, again with the wise words, that’s so meaningful, wow ^_^ That’s true, it’s a really nice way of putting it ^_^
My day has been okay, it consisted of more procrastinating schoolwork *sigh* and freaking out over Not Today cx