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darnedchildSummary: Fandom Christmas in July 2020 drabble: July 6 - prompt "Building a snowman"
Rating: T
A/N - One of thirty-one prompts for the thirty-one days of July. I plan to fill as many of them as I can with two hundred word drabbles.
Would You Like to Build a Snowman?
6. Prompt - Building a snowman
Fandom – Knives out
Ship – Cablanca, Benoit Blanc/Marta Cabrera
Title – Would You Like to Build a Snowman?
The blanket of snow was pristine, Benoit thought as he looked through the window of Harlan Thrombey’s former office. Then a pair of German Shepherds raced past, followed at a slower pace by a laughing Marta.
The tableau made perfect by its imperfection.
Suddenly, she stopped and turned to face the house, as if she knew someone was watching her. Her face broke into a wide smile when she spotted Benoit at the window. Even from a distance, he could see her mouth shape the word “snowman”.
He shook his head, but she gestured for him to join her anyway.
Benoit could deny her nothing, like the besotted beau he was.
Well, not a beau yet. But he had hopes that would change before the end of his current visit.
Marta had allowed him the honor of spending time in her company periodically over the last year; and it had grown more and more difficult to return home each time without telling her of his growing feelings.
She was already shaping the foundation of her snowman, her mittens caked in snow, when he joined her.
He smiled as he covered the tip of her reddened nose with her ridiculous scarf.
Rating: T
A/N - One of thirty-one prompts for the thirty-one days of July. I plan to fill as many of them as I can with two hundred word drabbles.
Would You Like to Build a Snowman?
6. Prompt - Building a snowman
Fandom – Knives out
Ship – Cablanca, Benoit Blanc/Marta Cabrera
Title – Would You Like to Build a Snowman?
The blanket of snow was pristine, Benoit thought as he looked through the window of Harlan Thrombey’s former office. Then a pair of German Shepherds raced past, followed at a slower pace by a laughing Marta.
The tableau made perfect by its imperfection.
Suddenly, she stopped and turned to face the house, as if she knew someone was watching her. Her face broke into a wide smile when she spotted Benoit at the window. Even from a distance, he could see her mouth shape the word “snowman”.
He shook his head, but she gestured for him to join her anyway.
Benoit could deny her nothing, like the besotted beau he was.
Well, not a beau yet. But he had hopes that would change before the end of his current visit.
Marta had allowed him the honor of spending time in her company periodically over the last year; and it had grown more and more difficult to return home each time without telling her of his growing feelings.
She was already shaping the foundation of her snowman, her mittens caked in snow, when he joined her.
He smiled as he covered the tip of her reddened nose with her ridiculous scarf.