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Let's go with snow things - Open
Jan. 17th, 2017 10:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mr_englishguyIt had started as a light sprinkling of snow, large loose flakes falling sporadically and picking up the little light there was on the grey day. The flakes landed upon the rich blue of Newt's coat, lasting for several minutes so that the wizard might marvel over the unique and elegant snowflakes as he walked.
They were beautiful, and interesting, and he did always find snow falling to be such a beautiful thing. It seemed to dampen the sound behind him. It made the day feel softer, gentler, and in return it left Newt reflective on the way the world changed in an instant.
It was those changes that held Newt's attention as the snow began coming down harder, faster, starting to build up in drifts along the edge of the sidewalk and streets. Not only that but fog and swirling snowflakes had done a bit to make the entire world seem like a snowglobe. Swirlng snow, cold and cut off from the rest of the world.
Newt hadn't noticed yet, instead laughing as he canted his head back, letting the flakes fall against his skin and soak into his coat. The melting of snow against his hand left the handle of his case slick in his grip, but it was savored rather than hated, delighting in the changes as they came, the way nature buffered around him.
They were beautiful, and interesting, and he did always find snow falling to be such a beautiful thing. It seemed to dampen the sound behind him. It made the day feel softer, gentler, and in return it left Newt reflective on the way the world changed in an instant.
It was those changes that held Newt's attention as the snow began coming down harder, faster, starting to build up in drifts along the edge of the sidewalk and streets. Not only that but fog and swirling snowflakes had done a bit to make the entire world seem like a snowglobe. Swirlng snow, cold and cut off from the rest of the world.
Newt hadn't noticed yet, instead laughing as he canted his head back, letting the flakes fall against his skin and soak into his coat. The melting of snow against his hand left the handle of his case slick in his grip, but it was savored rather than hated, delighting in the changes as they came, the way nature buffered around him.
