You Live, You Die, I Watch, I Cry Who: Banru and Dorian When: The evening of the first snowfall Where: Lawns of Asgard Rating: PG Warnings: None yet Summary: Banru knows he's going to get ratted out sooner rather than later. Unable to sleep and restless, he takes a walk in the freshly fallen snow, only to find Dorian playing outside after coaxing from his teammates. Even if all else fails, at least Banru got to play with his little mummy friend one last time.
Dorian hadn't gone out in the snow since he was a child. And that had been over a century ago. For all the winters since his death, he had spent his time staring out the window longingly as generation after generation of families spent their time outdoors, making snow angels and having snowball fights. He could have easily slipped into one of his marbles and joined them, but he was the stranger, he was the creepy man who lived in the dilapidated house. To step outside would result in instant scrutiny and subjection to taunting and snobbery.
He should know. He'd tried that once.
But today was different. Today he was in a world where people accepted him - even liked him - as he was. Old, dead, alive, young. Admittedly, he didn't know Misa well and had no idea why she wanted to go sledding with him above all others, but he did accept after a time. This wasn't London. He had no right to be afraid of the snow. So Dorian changed into his alternate form and donned snow clothes (half of which took him forever to figure out). And he stepped into the snow and ice for the first time in over a hundred years.
The day went well. Rather, the day went amazingly well. Dorian didn't want to go inside. Even after all the others left, he stayed outside, darting around the gardens and catching flakes on his tongue. So enraptured was he, that he almost missed a shadow in the distance. His grin falling, the mummy man took a fair few steps back in the direction of Asgard, eyes never leaving the figure. He hoped it wasn't Schroedinger. If it was, he would scream.