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Title: the fallacies of snowcones and solipsism
Fandom: The Blackwell Games
Rating: G, Rosangela/Joey
Notes: Spoilers for the entire series. I beat this about 10 minutes ago and I am so not OK, I had to give them something.
Link: AO3
Joey could never quite handle snow after that night.
Too cold. The squeezing, crunching sound it made under weight, under pressure. The soft dripping. The outlines it left, so temporary, so... pointless.
He’d made a point to move to Florida after it happened. No snow down there, that’s for damn sure. But now, several years later, there wasn’t any snow anymore. Certainly not in the diner.
“You still don’t like ice cream?” A red haired woman said, licking a vanilla cone and glancing out the window at thousands of stars.
“Nah, sweetheart, I’d rather have something to keep me warm.”
Fandom: The Blackwell Games
Rating: G, Rosangela/Joey
Notes: Spoilers for the entire series. I beat this about 10 minutes ago and I am so not OK, I had to give them something.
Link: AO3
Joey could never quite handle snow after that night.
Too cold. The squeezing, crunching sound it made under weight, under pressure. The soft dripping. The outlines it left, so temporary, so... pointless.
He’d made a point to move to Florida after it happened. No snow down there, that’s for damn sure. But now, several years later, there wasn’t any snow anymore. Certainly not in the diner.
“You still don’t like ice cream?” A red haired woman said, licking a vanilla cone and glancing out the window at thousands of stars.
“Nah, sweetheart, I’d rather have something to keep me warm.”