Post by mcharmed21 on Jan 4, 2005 2:15:23 GMT -5
Author: taintedshimmer
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The stars were a beautiful sight tonight. The clouds rolled back to reveal their glistening twinkles, shining through the spitting rain, refracting the moonlight in rainbow puddles all over San Francisco. The wind whispered in between the trees on Prescott Street, causing Chris to shiver slightly. He was sitting in the attic, staring outward lost in thoughts of this world and the one he’d left behind.
Suddenly plagued by the coldness, he shut the window, wondering where the girls had gone. Probably trying to achieve their balance of normalcy in a magical lifestyle.
The Manor's quiet, leaving Chris to work alone, he doesn't mind it though, preferring to work in the silence. He flicks through the book, turning page after page until one catches his eye. It's not an important page, it's not devoted to the latest demon that Chris wants to send the sisters after, it's dedicated to the Phoenix's. He rests a hand on the page, thinking back to when he had been in his own time, thinking of Bianca.
He was making popcorn the old fashioned way, not in a microwave, so he puts a ton of popping corn in a pan and adds a ridiculous amount of butter and tries not to let it burn. It's Bianca's turn to pick out movies today so that left Chris to pick the snacks, popcorn, candy and various other things that can be thrown at the TV if the plot or violence became too silly.
They did it once a month without fail, trying to escape a sometimes – often - agonizing reality. The sad truth being both knew the relationship would never survive without human touches such as these.
Bianca walked into the apartment, and could smell burning pop corn. She just gives a small smile to herself and shakes her head. This was them at their best: alone, without worrying of demons or family.
It was rare, but cherished.
"Chris?"
Back in the kitchen, Chris pulls a face at the popcorn as it begins to burn and he takes it off the heat, deciding that glaring at it would somehow make it un-burnt.
"Um, yeah? I'm just trying to kill the popcorn."
Yeah, by glaring at it.
Walking into the living room area, she just rolls her eyes. "Are you sure your mother was a chef?" She calls in.
She sets her jacket on the back of the sofa and films (on old fashioned video’s, no less) on the seat and goes into the kitchen carrying a bag of ready made popcorn she'd grabbed at the shop and clears her throat, holding it up.
Chris gives her look that could either be taken as 'How dare you doubt my culinary expertise?' or 'mmm... popcorn that's not burnt.' Chris isn't sure which look he actually means so he just hands over the bowl that the popcorn would have gone in if he hadn't burnt it.
"I can cook, just not popcorn. Although it wont stop me from trying to make it every time it's my turn to do the snacks."
She just empties it in, and grabs a drink off the shelf. "My pan thanks you."
She almost wants to laugh, but it would seem kind of condescending considering the best way she knows how is doing it in a microwave. There never seemed time for anything else.
"I'm sure it does."
He grins at her before he begins to pick at the popcorn, eating a bit before grabbing himself a drink.
"So, what movies did you get this time? More violence?"
"I'm not that bad!" she said, trying to look indignant. Then relented, realizing she was kind of an action fan.
"As it happens, no. I got something called the Crucible. Supposed to be something to do with witches so I thought, why not?"
"The Crucible?" Chris asks and then he tries to think of where he's heard it before and what it was about, but when he really can't think of what it is, probably because he had blocked it from his memory like most films to do with witches that tended to be wrong on so many different levels. "So, we get to mock Hollywood's version of witchcraft again? Yay."
”Well, gives us something to do with your burnt pop corn, doesn't it?" she teases, slipping the vcr in and motioning him to sit down.
He sits down and rolls his eyes at her.
"I burn the popcorn once and this is the abuse I get!" He says, pretending to be insulted, although the grin on his face shows that he is really anything but.
Bianca gives him a peck on the mouth to shut him up and presses play to reveal an old man praying and something nags at her for a moment before 'Salem, Massachusetts in the spring of 1692' flashes across the screen and she hides her face in her hands, trying not to laugh.
"You got a film about the Salem witch trials?" He asks with an almost disbelieving look on his face before he begins to laugh. "Okay, next time you read the back of the video box before getting one. No more random choices."
"Well, it's festive, at the very least." she deadpans, reaching for the synopsis on the back of the box before seeing something that make her eyes dance, "Oh, Chris?"
..................
The stars were a beautiful sight tonight. The clouds rolled back to reveal their glistening twinkles, shining through the spitting rain, refracting the moonlight in rainbow puddles all over San Francisco. The wind whispered in between the trees on Prescott Street, causing Chris to shiver slightly. He was sitting in the attic, staring outward lost in thoughts of this world and the one he’d left behind.
Suddenly plagued by the coldness, he shut the window, wondering where the girls had gone. Probably trying to achieve their balance of normalcy in a magical lifestyle.
The Manor's quiet, leaving Chris to work alone, he doesn't mind it though, preferring to work in the silence. He flicks through the book, turning page after page until one catches his eye. It's not an important page, it's not devoted to the latest demon that Chris wants to send the sisters after, it's dedicated to the Phoenix's. He rests a hand on the page, thinking back to when he had been in his own time, thinking of Bianca.
He was making popcorn the old fashioned way, not in a microwave, so he puts a ton of popping corn in a pan and adds a ridiculous amount of butter and tries not to let it burn. It's Bianca's turn to pick out movies today so that left Chris to pick the snacks, popcorn, candy and various other things that can be thrown at the TV if the plot or violence became too silly.
They did it once a month without fail, trying to escape a sometimes – often - agonizing reality. The sad truth being both knew the relationship would never survive without human touches such as these.
Bianca walked into the apartment, and could smell burning pop corn. She just gives a small smile to herself and shakes her head. This was them at their best: alone, without worrying of demons or family.
It was rare, but cherished.
"Chris?"
Back in the kitchen, Chris pulls a face at the popcorn as it begins to burn and he takes it off the heat, deciding that glaring at it would somehow make it un-burnt.
"Um, yeah? I'm just trying to kill the popcorn."
Yeah, by glaring at it.
Walking into the living room area, she just rolls her eyes. "Are you sure your mother was a chef?" She calls in.
She sets her jacket on the back of the sofa and films (on old fashioned video’s, no less) on the seat and goes into the kitchen carrying a bag of ready made popcorn she'd grabbed at the shop and clears her throat, holding it up.
Chris gives her look that could either be taken as 'How dare you doubt my culinary expertise?' or 'mmm... popcorn that's not burnt.' Chris isn't sure which look he actually means so he just hands over the bowl that the popcorn would have gone in if he hadn't burnt it.
"I can cook, just not popcorn. Although it wont stop me from trying to make it every time it's my turn to do the snacks."
She just empties it in, and grabs a drink off the shelf. "My pan thanks you."
She almost wants to laugh, but it would seem kind of condescending considering the best way she knows how is doing it in a microwave. There never seemed time for anything else.
"I'm sure it does."
He grins at her before he begins to pick at the popcorn, eating a bit before grabbing himself a drink.
"So, what movies did you get this time? More violence?"
"I'm not that bad!" she said, trying to look indignant. Then relented, realizing she was kind of an action fan.
"As it happens, no. I got something called the Crucible. Supposed to be something to do with witches so I thought, why not?"
"The Crucible?" Chris asks and then he tries to think of where he's heard it before and what it was about, but when he really can't think of what it is, probably because he had blocked it from his memory like most films to do with witches that tended to be wrong on so many different levels. "So, we get to mock Hollywood's version of witchcraft again? Yay."
”Well, gives us something to do with your burnt pop corn, doesn't it?" she teases, slipping the vcr in and motioning him to sit down.
He sits down and rolls his eyes at her.
"I burn the popcorn once and this is the abuse I get!" He says, pretending to be insulted, although the grin on his face shows that he is really anything but.
Bianca gives him a peck on the mouth to shut him up and presses play to reveal an old man praying and something nags at her for a moment before 'Salem, Massachusetts in the spring of 1692' flashes across the screen and she hides her face in her hands, trying not to laugh.
"You got a film about the Salem witch trials?" He asks with an almost disbelieving look on his face before he begins to laugh. "Okay, next time you read the back of the video box before getting one. No more random choices."
"Well, it's festive, at the very least." she deadpans, reaching for the synopsis on the back of the box before seeing something that make her eyes dance, "Oh, Chris?"