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Old Man Winter and Jack Frost by Arianna (Gen)
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Blair Sandburg, Jim Ellison
Length: 589 words
Author on LJ
caarianna
Author's website: Stories at AO3
Why this must be read:
Arianna (she's also known as
caarianna) has a great reputation for writing long epics with excellent world building. This is not one of those epics. It's very short, but poignant, and hit one of my buttons, since it casts the events of a difficult night in Jim's and Blair's life into the fairy tale realm, where we see their personalities reflected as avatars of fantasy.
She wrote it for
ts_secret_santa and you can practically feel the cold wind blowing as she casts her spell upon the reader.
Old Man Winter was, as per usual, in a foul mood and nothing young Jack Frost did seemed to cheer him up. First, he glared with ice cold blue eyes, and then it was the cold shoulder treatment when his mood went from bad to worse and the ambient temperature dropped accordingly. Then he bellowed, huffing and blowing a winter’s frozen blast that sent Jack Frost scurrying for cover, leaving a delicate trail of white lace on the surface of all he passed: the street where he skipped along, the trees he breezed by and, finally, the windows he found himself up against with nowhere else to run.
Old Man Winter and Jack Frost by Arianna
Pairing: Blair Sandburg, Jim Ellison
Length: 589 words
Author on LJ
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Author's website: Stories at AO3
Why this must be read:
Arianna (she's also known as
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She wrote it for
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Old Man Winter was, as per usual, in a foul mood and nothing young Jack Frost did seemed to cheer him up. First, he glared with ice cold blue eyes, and then it was the cold shoulder treatment when his mood went from bad to worse and the ambient temperature dropped accordingly. Then he bellowed, huffing and blowing a winter’s frozen blast that sent Jack Frost scurrying for cover, leaving a delicate trail of white lace on the surface of all he passed: the street where he skipped along, the trees he breezed by and, finally, the windows he found himself up against with nowhere else to run.
Old Man Winter and Jack Frost by Arianna