#Lyn Frost

[chaos-inu]

i made a character sheet. free to use as you wish, feel free to change whatever you want XD open source ass thing. spent all of ~maybe an hour on it.

Credit: the text in the insert-image box comes from this video, and the text for the top three lines (intense, complex, fruity) comes from this post. The actual image was made with the free NBOS character sheet creator, which is a sort of dated but free and solid text-layout sheet maker intended for ttrpg style character sheet creation.

[chaos-inu]

sibling shenanigans

[lindsayraegun]

Accordion Fold Sketchbooks:

damn image limits are upped to 30 meanwhile adding 4 images makes this site break

[michaelwatt]

Uhm, this is totally bc of that dream but andy knightley definitely would smell of nice mature cologne okok

[apocalypta-secundus]

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Three Items Symbol Meme || 🐚 Three treasured Items

"I don't really have any items I've kept. Wish I nabbed Zabuza's sword or somethin'." Lyn let out a sigh. "D' ya call my claws something I treasure though? I have those."

Kiyoko blinked and pulled out a small box of things she kept from every friend she made along the way. "Usually if they give me something... anything, I keep it." There was definitely more than three objects to speak of.

Yukimi had a few things she cherished. There was a small bag for money her 'mother' gave her. It was covered in cherry blossoms and snow flakes, a favorite pattern of hers. That was the big thing of hers she loved. The girl also had a snowflake hair clip and a pin as well for festivals.

[localsimpissleepy]

Had to get part 2 for my JD next gen au finished fast lol

Got motivated enough to finish this post lol, I think my next JD next gen au post will be in order of danceverses (based on the JD wiki), starting with Dancity in my next post...probably

Anyways, part two for my jd battlemode fankids is here-

Both Picrews are from naylissah

Khalid

He/Him

15

(Son of Kiss You P2 x Pound The Alarm P1)

Saw MeyMey's art for Kiss You P2 and Pound The Alarm and it made me ship them lol

Recently made him so his summary is gonna be short

Just like his mom, he's a performer in Carnivallium, where he acts as a trainee alongside her and the other Pound The Alarm coaches (aunt figures/hj)

He's always full of energy just like his dad, got his silliness lol (just like his dad, bro got 0 flirting skills/hj)

He's the comedian out of the battlemode fankids, so he sometimes doesn't really take things seriously (side note but he mostly likely talks before he thinks lol), if he does take something serious in a dangerous situation, he's gonna be the one running away first-

Anyways, as for his relationship with the other battlemode fankids, I like to think he would be besties with Lyn (one sided besties cuz Lyn is kinda annoyed with him)

And since Lyn has bad luck (making things around her break) Khalid has definatly got something fell on his head probably 3 times a week lol, that doesn't stop him from trying to be friends with Lyn

Voice Claim: Sokka (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

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Cordelia

She/Her

16

(Daughter of Super Bass x Love You Like A Love Song)

Made her recently so her summary is gonna be short aswell

Kinda wish we get some lore for LYLALS soon, she most likely has some connections with Cupid (One Last Time)

I hc LYLALS to be a some sort of love goddess, and because of that, so is Cordelia (demi goddess though)

She's the match maker and most calm one of the friend group, she's also the second leader of the group (Lyn being the first)

Although she tries not to lose her cool whenever there's a stressful situation, but she's not afraid to throw hands if she has too (idk Super Bass is a girlboss and so is Cordelia, like mother like daughter lol)

I like to think she's kinda the planner of the group, wanting everything to go to plan, but it rarely does whenever she hangs out with the battlemode fankids (she jokingly has beef with Khalid, since he has a way of messing up things)

Voice claim: Sangonomiya Kokomi (Genshin Impact)

Outfit ideas:

Anyways, I think that's it for the battlemode fankids, I'm still kinda debating if I should make a Frost (She Wolf) and Pele (Where Have You Been) fankid...idk yet

And as always, if anyone is interested in them, feel free to ask questions about them!

[fatecolossal]

TWIN PEAKS: THE MISSING PIECES (2014, Lynch) x PERSONA (1966, Bergman) - near the end of both films

A nurse, in a distinctive nursing cap, cares for a largely mute patient in bed, & at some point is seen to take on some element of her identity...

Though the scene at the end of THE MISSING PIECES is short, it also parallels 3 other distinctive moments or elements from PERSONA: One, the nurse waves her right hand in front of Annie's face, just like the boy in the prologue to PERSONA waves his right hand in front of our face.

Two, we see Annie and the nurse reflected together in a mirror, just as in PERSONA we see Alma and Elisabet together in a mirror, in one of the most iconic sequences of that film. Notice also in the TP:TMP image above that there is a crucifix conspicuously hanging over Annie.

This crucifix brings out a third parallel, its Christian iconography echoing the Christ-like elements of PERSONA's symbolism, from that film's repeated imagery of a nail driven through a hand, to its moment of blood-drinking, to its mention of eternal life, & more...

The distinctive nursing caps/uniforms worn in each film further draw out these Christian parallels by arguably evoking those of nuns' habits, a comparison underscored both in PERSONA by its nurse being referred to as "Sister Alma," & in TP by Annie's past life in a convent.

In addition to the world of religious symbols opened up by each work's implicit or explicit monastic references, the nun allusions also tie in themes of sisterhood, silence, and renunciation that are relevant to both works.

Indeed, Annie's situation at the end of MISSING PIECES seems to intentionally be suggestive of a type of return to this monastic state of silence, seclusion, and an absence of men, one steeped in Christian symbolism.

While neither Lynch nor Frost are practicing Christians (both seem more drawn to Dharmic religions), Annie's Christian faith is strongly emphasized in the series, carrying on a streak in TP's symbolism stretching back to MIKE's "face of God" soliloquy & forward to FWWM's angels.

While the Nurse-Annie scenes in TP:TMP may arguably be viewed as somehow less important to TP canon, given that they were originally deleted, it's important to note the very strong ways that scene parallels Laura's critical, Annie-featuring dream sequence in FWWM:

Consider the ways the Nurse-Annie scene mirrors the Laura-Annie scene. In each: 1). Annie recites the same statement. 2). The jade ring is then passed on to a new person 3). The ring-bearer then sees a reflection, looking back over their right shoulder into a room with a bed

Indeed, as regards the "mirroring" moment, the construction is remarkably similar: we see a rectangular frame with a ring-bearing blonde looking over her right shoulder into a room with a bed. In the case of Laura, her outstretched right hand touches her shadow's hand; in the case of the nurse, her outstretched right hand (as seen in the mirror image) touches her left hand.

(Like the Annie-Nurse scene in TP:TMP, the Annie-Laura scene in FWWM arguably evokes moments of PERSONA as well, albeit here the parallels are more tenuous...)

(It's also perhaps worth noting a connection between Laura & a nurse made in the pilot episode, where a nurse stuffed-animal (a sockpuppet monkey?) can be seen in her bedroom.)

Other minor observations:

-In one of the few other notable elements of mise en scène in the TP:TMP scene, a painting of a lake in a forest can be seen behind the Nurse as she stares down at the ring (just before looking in the mirror), arguably evoking another iconic PERSONA image

-The design on Laura's lamp post seen in several shots of Annie distinctly resembles a divided heart (much like the wreath on the Palmer House door, both suggesting Laura's "divided heart" necklace).

-Note also the 3D "flower" scrunch-flourish on Annie's dress evoking a blue rose.

Much more could be said about all of the topics herein, including especially the links between PERSONA & TP/Lynch generally, as well as the links between the Annie-Laura scene and the Annie-Nurse scene, each of which is deceptively deep.

To end, here's a 2018 quote from Lynch on what motivated his choice to return to TWIN PEAKS: “For a long time, no itch. But at the same time, there’s a thing in FWWM where Laura is in her bed and she's visited by Annie. Annie says, ‘I’m in the Black Lodge with the good Dale. Write that in your diary’. That little bit right there held a string of dreams"

[every-momento]

make a web about cherries!

The Pillow Book by Sei Shōnagon /// What Could Be More Beautiful Than Fede Galizia's Cherries? by Diane Seuss /// Cherries in a Silver Compote by Fede Galizia /// In the Home Stretch by Robert Frost /// Cherry Blossom Storm by Henri Cole /// House and Flowering Cherry Trees, Hamburg by Auguste Herbin /// A Human of Mars, 36 by Lyn Hejinian

[mistresskayla-blog1]

A Swiss Escape

Characters: Daniel Miller x Courtney Roeber

Lyn's Writing Event - Week 4 - Day 24 (late submission)

The chalet was made of sturdy wood, with a sloping roof to let the snow slide off. The windows are framed with wooden shutters, and smoke gently curls from the chimney, indicating a fire inside. Outside, the snow blankets the ground, creating a serene and picturesque scene. The surrounding trees are frosted with snow, and the only sounds you hear are the soft crunch of snow under your feet.

Part 1:

May 24th: Week 4: Blizzard

Characters: Daniel Miller x OC Courtney Roeber (Swiss French)

The character of Daniel Miller was created by Olen Steinhauer, Bradford Winters and Zach Craley for television.  

Fandom: Richard Armitage – Berlin Station – Daniel Miller

Word Count: 1.9k (part 1)

Warnings: extreme weather, blizzard, potential smut, survival, no electricity, stranded, escape scenario, international spies, CIA, guns, knives,

The chalet was made of sturdy wood, with a sloping roof to let the snow slide off. The windows are framed with wooden shutters, and smoke gently curls from the chimney, indicating a fire inside. Outside, the snow blankets the ground, creating a serene and picturesque scene. The surrounding trees are frosted with snow, and the only sounds you hear are the soft crunch of snow under your feet.

As glasses clinked in an open bar, Daniel scanned the room for his contact. When his eyes landed on a beautiful blonde woman at the bar, he cursed under his breath, “God please don’t be her”, he shook it off and made his way towards her, his suit was a warm grey, his tie was missing, collar unbuttoned. His smile was warm, and Courtney’s cheeks flushed when this dark haired and tall man approached her. She was conversating with a colleague and was momentarily silent. The other women looked at Courtney puzzled, “Please go on, and the minister would like to address, what?” the women asked.

Courtney looked at her again, being taller than some, she was used to looking down, but eye to eye with this man was in a word, intoxicating. Daniel stood at the bar a few chairs away, sipping his gin. And side-eyeing her with a quirked expression. Courtney continued with the women, “Yes, he wants to address concerns of the constituents on that matter, I’m sorry will you excuse me, please?” her softened Swiss accent could be caught by Daniel’s perceptive knowledge of dialects. Daniel did his best Swiss dialect impression when he asked her to ‘sit down with him’.

The warm features of the bar and lounge created an ambience of leisure and comfort. Wood and glass surrounding the whole room. Intricate features on walls, and doorways. Open beams hung above them, with pendulums of light hanging in midair it seemed between the large caber beams. Guests were jovial, but not loud, it was a relaxed Sunday evening after a political conference. Some retired to their rooms, and some stayed in the lounge.

Courtney stood against the bar, and looked at him, frankly, “You are supposed to ask me something, no?” her voice came up at the end in a classical Scandinavian way. Daniel smiled shyly, setting his glass down steadily.

“Ya, Du sollst sagen: Mochte ich etwas Schokolade?” (you are supposed to say, would I like some chocolat?)

Courtney warmed with laughter, “Na, geht es dir?” (Well, do you?)

Daniel looked at the bar, and then back at her, “If you’re offering.” (he switched back to English).

Courtney blushed again, slightly, and Daniel tried not to notice. Courtney knew he would be charming, they usually are, but she didn’t trust him.

A storm was due to hit the resort tonight, but living in this area it was all or nothing. Sometimes the cell passed you by and sometimes you were buried for days. It was Sunday evening, and most were leaving for home, so the resort would be all but deserted come Monday morning. Maybe that was why he was here, to tempt her into staying past, and revealing the secrets she had. Though she wanted a cozy snow tryst, she wasn’t sure, he was the one to do that for her. Oh, he was enticing to be sure, clean, handsome, nicely dressed, trying his best to act German, but that American confidence was too obvious to hide behind some simple dialogue.

Daniel saw her mind working overtime as they sat in silence momentarily, “Whatever you know, I can protect you,” he said boldly. Courtney chuckled at that, “Oh, really? So you think this is a state secret then, not just a rambling?”

Daniel looked at her in all seriousness, “I’m not here for ramblings, your intel is good, and I am here to collect you,” 

Courtney looked at him shocked, but she tried to conceal it as she sipped her drink, “I see. Well, I don’t think I will agree to leave with you. You can take the information I have, that is all.  I will make my own way.” Daniel held his breath not wanting to make a snide retort. His hand drifted towards her on the bar, a paper concealed under his palm. Courtney, put her hand on his, and that spark seemed to get stronger, like a pulse of current running through her. Daniel drew his hand away, and she palmed the note.

“Just come find me when you are ready to talk.” He said, he finished his drink and stepped away from the bar, leaving Courtney by herself at the bar.

She found her coat at a table of colleagues and put it on as she exited onto the loggia. It was dark out on the snow, but silent, as the door closed behind her. Courtney shivered, but she wasn’t cold. A breeze kicked up her hair against her parka, and she pulled up her hood around her face framing it in fur. Courtney opened the note Daniel had given to her. It simply had his room number on it, and a code for something else, but she wasn’t sure what. It was a 4 digit code. 4152. His room number was 209. She noted that and tossed the paper into the air watching it catch in the breeze and float down to the snowy path below her. A car pulled up to the entrance below and pressed the paper further into the snow and gravel drive. Courtney amused re-entered the lounge through the glass door. She moved through the bar and headed to her room.

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Daniel had retired to his room, to wait for her, though he wasn’t sure if she would come that easily. He knew what room she was in, but thought it was best to just wait and have her come to him. As long as she did it tonight. Tomorrow morning would be too much commotion when everyone from the conference leaves, including her.

He paced in the suite between the bed and the seating area, not sure what to do with himself. He hadn’t been this anxious in awhile and it drove him mad. He went to his duffle and took out his gun, clicking it, and checking the magazine, making sure the safety was on. Just busying his hands. A soft knock fell upon the door and Daniel looked up, sharply. He disengaged the gun, set it back into his bag on the dresser and stepped to the door.

“Yes?” he asked the door, looking through the peephole. Her golden locks flashed in the tiny lens, and Daniel’s eyes dilated instantly. Daniel unlocked the door and opened it, lazily hanging his hand at the top of the door, “Come in, I wasn’t sure you would stop by.” He ushered her in, checking the hallway as he closed the door and stood against it. Courtney turned to him, “I had the room, so I figured, it was worth a look”, she tried for a smile, but it looked more nervous than she actually was feeling.

The overhang of his loggia in his room created a looming shadow to the storm that was now well underway outside. The doors rattled in the wind a bit. Courtney was nervous now, she could be delayed getting home tomorrow if this storm didn’t let up by morning. Daniel watched her expression change when she looked out the glass doors to the patio.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” Daniel asked, curiously.

Courtney met his eyes this time, “Yes, you wanted me to tell you what I had for information, correct, and then I can leave, right?”

Daniel stepped towards her, she moved back a half step, even as she was nearly his height, he could still be intimidating. Daniel gave her a glowing smile to ease her apprehension, “I just need to hear it, and then I can let you know what is best for your safety, if we think you will be compromised by releasing the information to us, then I am assigned to protect you”, he smirked, looking at her hungrily, as his hand drifted towards her coat sleeve. Courtney tensed, mildly, “do you want me to take your coat?” he offered, trying to be hospitable, as he stepped clear of her and towards the makeshift bar he had made with a countertop and a mini fridge.

“Can I get you a drink?” Daniel asked her. Courtney shook her head, but realized that he wasn’t looking at her, “No, no I’m fine. Let’s just do this”, she gathered up her courage and sat down at the desk opposite the seating area.

Daniel turned to her, sipping some wine, from a tumbler glass, “Go ahead, I’m all ears.”

Courtney sighed, “Ok, my name is Courtney Roeber, I work for the Swiss Minister of Police, and I think he is involved in a scandal involving trafficking of youth from Kazakhstan,” she paused as Daniel’s eye brows furrowed, “As you probably know, Kazakstan is home to many different ethnicities’ so many different, well from a beauty and fertile standpoint, women and girls can look so very different and so very pretty, so I think he is importing them.”  Courtney, clutched her key card, rolling it over in her hand. Daniel sat down on the bed, closer to her.

“Look, I know this is a delicate matter, and I want to handle it as best I can. What made you make this link between Jans and the girls?” Daniel inquired.

Courtney looked at him and sighed, shoving her hand down her shirt and producing a thumb drive on a lanyard, “I have it in his correspondence, I run his books for him and too much money was going for “aid sponsorships” and then disappearing and reappearing into his personal holding accounts. So I copied the files, and ran them against his travel. Several dates matched up. It cannot be coincidence”. Daniel reached for the thumb drive, “Can I see it for myself?”

Courtney pulled on the lanyard and it broke free from her neck, she handed him the drive that dangled the end. Daniel took it whispering thanks, he smiled warmly and placed it into his tablet, clicking on files and scanning the data. He took out his phone and sent the files to HQ.

“Well, this all looks in order. And I see why they had to hire outside the scope. Im sorry if this compromises you, even morally”, Daniel said, placing a hand on her arm. Courtney still didn’t trust him, but he was being very nice. He wasn’t slamming her up ahainst walls or threatening her, or trying to kill her for the information. He just, asked. She smiled back at him.

“So I can go now, yes? I really should get packed up for tomorrow,” Courtney stood and Daniel stood too. His hand make it to her arm again, this time it squeezed a little.

His breath was near her face, “I don’t think you should go back to your room tonight. There may be someone out looking for you. I tracked several suspicious men on this floor just before you left the bar. Courtney froze a second, “Wait, how did you know when I left the bar?” Courtney rolled her eyes, “spies, all of you,” then she swore in German and moved away from him. Daniel let go of her. Courtney walked out of his room and into the hallway, towards the stairwell to her own floor. Daniel stared as the door closed, and chuckled to himself, “She’ll be back, but in the meantime, I have the intel.” Daniel called into HQ and gave his report, sent the files, made sure to copy them and then discarded the thumb drive in the room safe punching in the code, 4152. It clicked and locked with a beep. He closed the closet door and sorted himself out for the night. Tucking his gun under his pillow. He laid in bed and stared up at the ceiling.

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[foodmyheart]

Chocolate Oreo cake with fresh cream frosting. Made by Lyn for remembering Tatay's Birthday in Heaven ❤️❤️ Source: https://reddit.com/r/foodporn

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[silveredfeathers]

Pelipper mail some chocolate cupcakes frosted to look like pumpkins cause I got a lot of them from someone else and I prefer sour foods more

Ooo, cupcakes! I'll share these with Lyn, thank you!

[chaos-inu]

Legend of Frosts Sketches

[strinak]

Author Statistics

For 10 authors, I read their works into the double digits: Alessandra Hazard (x11) Kiki Clark (x12) Kati Wilde (x13) Shelly Laurenston (x15) AJ Sherwood (x16) Onley James (x20) KL Noone (x24) Charity Parkerson (x31) Megan Derr (x40) Mary Calmes (x44)

For 24 authors, I read at least 3 and at most 9 works: Andrea K Host (x4), Anne Bishop (x4), Brigham Vaughn (x3), Bruce Sentar (x3), Deacon Frost (x3), Eric Ugland (x7), Gail Carriger (x1)/GL Carriger (x3), Ilona Andrews (x5), Jennifer Cody (x4), Jordan Castillo Price (x3), Louisa Masters (x6), Lucy Lennox (x5), Lyn Gala (x3), Mell Eight (x3), Michelle Diener (x4), Naomi Novik (x3), R Cooper (x5), RJ Moray (x2)/Robin Moray (x1), Sam Burns (x5), Shirtaloon (x7), Stella Starling (x4), TJ Land (x9), Vasily Mahanenko (x3), and Wen Spencer (x5).

For 25 authors, I read exactly 2 works: Alex Gilbert, Alice Winters, Amanda Meuwissen, Amy Crook, Andy Gallo, Bettie Sharpe, Claire Cullen, David North, Eli Easton, Eryn Ivers, Isabel Murray, Jessie Mihalik, KM Neuhold, LC Mawson, Luke Chmilenko, Macronomicon, Ofelia Grand, Robin Roseau, Ryan Rimmel ,Sam Burns & WM Fawkes (with Sam Burns), Shannon West, Skylar Jaye, Tara Lain, TS Snow, and Victoria Helen Stone.

For 87 authors, I read only a single work: A Catherine Noon & Rachel Wilder, AC Wiggen, Allie Brosh, Amanda Milo, Andrea Speed, Anyta Sunday (with Andy Gallo), April Jade, Arden Powell, August, Brea Alepou & Wren Snow, Brooke Matthews, Bryce O’Connor (with Luke Chmilenko), Cale Plamann, Casualfarmer, Catelyn Winona, Chace Verity, CJ Carella, CM Blackwood, Courtney Milan, Daniel Rose, Danny M Lavery, Darktechnomancer, Dassy Bernhard, Delaney Rain, Delmire Hart, Devon Vesper, DI Freed, DM Rhodes, Eden Finley & Saxon James, EJ Russell, Elliott Kay, EM Lindsey (with Kiki Clark), Hayden Hall, HJ Tolson, Jenny Lawson, Jesse Q Sutanto, JK Jeffrey, KA Merikan, Kaleb England, Kaydence Snow, Kou Delika, Lee Hadan, Liz Talley, May Archer (with Lucy Lennox), Macy Blake, Margaret Atwood, Marie Cardno & Kalikoi, Michele Notaro, Michelle Frost, Michelle Kathleen Hodgson, Natasha Hunter, Nazri Noor, Philip R Johnson & Justin C Louis, Raleigh Ruebins, Ravensdagger, Regine Abel, Riley Hart, RJ Scott, Robert Bevan, Ryn Bretcher, Sam Starbuck, Samantha Cayto, Sariah Wilson, Sasha L Miller, Scott Browder, SE Harmon, Sean Oswald, Sebastian Hansen, Seth Richter, Sienna Sway, Sierra Riley, SJ Himes, Stephanie Burgis, Stephen L Hadley, Stuart Grosse, Suki Fleet, Sunny Hart, SunriseCV, Tansy Rayner Roberts, Tanya Chris, Toby Wise, Tom Watts, Toni McGee Causey, Travis Baldtree, Xander Boyce, Yamila Abraham, and Zile Elliven.

[dozsu]

Lyn, the Loyal Knife

There aren’t impossible tasks for Lyn, just missions that require irregular means.

That is how Lyn grew, that is how Lyn was trained. Never to ask why, just to do. Never to ask how, just to find a way.

Lyn always did as commanded, always waiting for the next word given by the elders. 

If the Elders commanded to stood for days, Lyn would be like a statue. If the Elders commanded to spy on someone, Lyn would be their shadows. If the Elders commanded to get rid of a pair of foolish wanderers... Lyn would be the knife they needed.

But the Elders never told Lyn what to do in the moment there was no mission, so Lyn had to search for it’s own. And despite hating the false Prizto and its ruler, it was the closest that Lyn had to an Elder, despite her being younger than Lyn.

Now Lyn had no clear path, no clear mission. So Lyn would have to search for a meaning in the chambers of a city made with ice and frost, scavaging for a purpose in abandoned notes and papers.

And purpose Lyn found in the incomplete study of the Remorhaz. Not the migthiest goal one could dream, but it was a mission, kinda. But it was enough for Lyn.

And with a purpouse, Lyn left the city of IceKeep to face it’s destiny.

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[theshippirate22]

Hunter was less than surprised to find Lyn crashed on his couch when he got back. She was sprawled under one of his blankets with a bag of Frosted Flakes watching some grainy, yellow vintage movie and she barely turned to look at him as he threw his coat on the chair.

"What is this?"

"Dead Poets' Society. Like I'm always telling you about." She didn't look away. "The first unmanned flying desk set."

Hunter watched long enough to see the desk set go tumbling off the bridge before he cocked an eyebrow. "You hate this movie. You said it was insufferably sad."

"Oh, it is. But just like, the last forty minutes. So I turn it off before then." She looked at him like he was stupid. "I like everything about it but the sad part."

He rolled his eyes and declared that he was going to bed.

Hunter startled awake, at Lyn's nudge. She stood there next to his bed, two evident tear tracks splitting her face in half.

"You didn't turn it off," He mumbled groggily.

She laughed wetly. "I wanted to see the part with Todd in the snow. I thought I could handle it."

He huffed irritably but pulled back the blanket enough that she could slide in next to him and curl under his arm.

"I won't do it again," she whispered.

"Yes, you will."

"Yeah, probably."

They both laughed sleepily and Lyn almost said something else, something like thank you or i love you, but she knew it wouldn't mean anything to him, not the way she meant it.

So she didn't say anything at all.