Who: eliza & ibaraki or prompto Where: murder house & out and about When: backdated to Snow as Fuck What: staving off the cold and then eliza gets what she deserves. Warnings: just eliza being sadistic.
[ there is snow everywhere, and in some places eliza could swear it was taller than her! not that it was difficult to be taller than her, but it was the principle of the thing! look at all this snow! and all those people down below, trying to clear it out of the streets and driveways to make it easier for other people to get around.
geeze, didn't they get the memo? everyone was supposed to stay indoors.
well, everyone but her. even if she was cold right down to the bones of her dragoness form, eliza can't help being better than everyone else as she spreads her dragon wings and zooms along high above the snowy streets. she might be cold now, wrapped in a blanket beneath her wings, but she's going to find somewhere with warm jackets.
even if she, you know, has to break the rules a little.
eliza comes to a halt at a block corner, settling down on the rooftop to rest her wings. being without a master means she has to rely solely on her own mana, and that's a lot more tiring than she'd like to admit. so, for here and now, she'll rest, legs tossed over the side of the roof as she watches some dummy shovel snow a few storeys down. ]
BREAKS THE SOUND BARRIER SLAMMING INTO THIS FINALLY
( even in this cold, prompto's arms are positively on fire.
sure, the official word from the sheriff's office might be to stay in, but that's still not really an option for some of the townsfolk; if he could help at least one person avoid the fate of being stuck in a snowdrift like he was, it's good enough for him -- the extra buck or two's a bonus.
what they don't tell you about shoveling snow, however, is that it's hard work. while the blond isn't a fitness nut he still likes to think he's fit enough, but even he has to pause for now, leaning heavily against the shovel he's jammed into the snow to catch his breath. )
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prompto.
geeze, didn't they get the memo? everyone was supposed to stay indoors.
well, everyone but her. even if she was cold right down to the bones of her dragoness form, eliza can't help being better than everyone else as she spreads her dragon wings and zooms along high above the snowy streets. she might be cold now, wrapped in a blanket beneath her wings, but she's going to find somewhere with warm jackets.
even if she, you know, has to break the rules a little.
eliza comes to a halt at a block corner, settling down on the rooftop to rest her wings. being without a master means she has to rely solely on her own mana, and that's a lot more tiring than she'd like to admit. so, for here and now, she'll rest, legs tossed over the side of the roof as she watches some dummy shovel snow a few storeys down. ]
BREAKS THE SOUND BARRIER SLAMMING INTO THIS FINALLY
sure, the official word from the sheriff's office might be to stay in, but that's still not really an option for some of the townsfolk; if he could help at least one person avoid the fate of being stuck in a snowdrift like he was, it's good enough for him -- the extra buck or two's a bonus.
what they don't tell you about shoveling snow, however, is that it's hard work. while the blond isn't a fitness nut he still likes to think he's fit enough, but even he has to pause for now, leaning heavily against the shovel he's jammed into the snow to catch his breath. )