Memory Share: Simon Snow

[fuckingtragedy]

[note: this text is almost directly from the book, only small modifications were made.]

You didn't think rich people actually ate this way. At a long table covered with red and gold cloth. Thick napkins tied with poinsettias. Platters with heavy silver lids.

It wouldn't surprise you if rich people really don't live like this -- but that the Pitches do it, just to make a scene. If this is Christmas Eve, what do they have planned for tomorrow?

"Sorry we're late, Mother," Baz says, pulling out a chair.

"What a nice surprise, Mr. Snow," his dad says. He's smiling, but in a way that makes you regret your decision to come back into the house.

"Thank you, sir. I hope I'm not intruding," you say.

Baz's stepmum smiles, too. "Of course not." You can't tell if she means it or is just being polite.

"I invited him," Baz says to his father. "It's not like he has anywhere else to go at Christmas." You can't tell if Baz is actually being rude to you or doing it for show. You can't read any of their faces -- even the baby just looks bored.

You thought there might be extended family here for the holidays, miscellaneous Grimms and Pitches, but it's just Baz's parents and his siblings. There's the older girl, Mordelia, then two other little girls, maybe twins -- you're not sure how old, old enough to sit up by themselves and gnaw on turkey legs -- and a baby in a fancy carved high chair tapping a rattle onto his (her?) tray.

They all look like Baz's stepmum: dark hair, but not black like Baz's, with round cheeks and those Billie Piper mouths that don't quite close over their front teeth. They don't look dangerous enough to be Baz's siblings -- or his father's children. Penny says the Grimms are less political and less deadly than the Pitches, but Baz's dad looks like a pit viper wearing a pin-striped suit; even his snow-white hair is scary.

"Stuffing?" Baz asks, handing you a platter. It seems like their servants have the day off. (You've counted at least four since you've been here: Vera, two women cleaning, and a man out front shoveling the walks.)

You take a big scoop of chestnut stuffing and notice that there's almost nothing on Baz's plate. The platters and boats go around twice, and he just passes them to you -- you wonder if he has an eating disorder.

You eat enough for both of you. The food here is even better than at Watford.

Comments

Voice. un. Fuckingfabulous

[flammablepitch]

You looked fabulous in that suit.

[fuckingtragedy]

You're one to talk. You look fantastic in everything.

[flammablepitch]

Hideous compared to you after a shower.

[Damn right, he looked.]

[fuckingtragedy]

Tyrannus Basilton! My blushes! Are you spying on me in my intimate moments?

[flammablepitch]

We lived together you twat, and you flaunted your half-naked, dripping wet body daily. Crowley, it was torture.

[fuckingtragedy]

Flaunted is quite a word for it...

[Simon seems to be thinking for a moment.]

Your shampoo.

[flammablepitch]

What about it?

[fuckingtragedy]

I always smelled it. Even when you weren't there, it was like it hid behind everything. Maddening.

But it's good.

[flammablepitch]

Not my fault you can't handle a little shampoo.

[fuckingtragedy]

Pity we don't have any here.

[flammablepitch]

Should I find something equally as alluring?

[Yes, he is giving you 100% permission to sniff him.]

[fuckingtragedy]

You smell good without all that. But if you insist.

[flammablepitch]

So you sniff me when I'm not looking, Snow?

[switched to private]

[fuckingtragedy]

What else are you looking at when I'm ravishing you, exactly?

Re: [switched to private]

[flammablepitch]

Nothing, you're the most infuriatingly intoxicating thing in the room.

[In any room, at any time.]

[fuckingtragedy]

Afraid not, Baz. That's you entirely.

[flammablepitch]

Clearly you haven't seen yourself when we're being intimate.

Voice un: Genesis

[ihadstrings]

Interesting time you were having there. Looked like being thrown into the lion's den.

[fuckingtragedy]

I've been less nervous fighting chimera than I was in that house. But it wasn't all bad!

[No, it was pretty fucking bad, but like. Silver linings.]

[ihadstrings]

Did you make it out all in one piece? That's the real test.

[fuckingtragedy]

With a few extra pieces, in fact!

[ihadstrings]

See? There's the way to look at things.

[fuckingtragedy]

Always look on the bright side of whatever, right?

[ihadstrings]

I've never really been able to do that.

[Ultron was a born cynic.]

[fuckingtragedy]

No? I haven't either, but I've been told it's just as easy as being depressing about everything.

You just consider the worst possible option first, and then dwell on the opposite instead.

[Hasn't worked for Simon yet, but he's trying damnit.]