100 Snow-globes
by Lack of Tact
First published
Rated M for Megatron
You could live without reading this. But do it anyway.
100 snow-globes. Each with a different story to tell.
Cheaply made, little care put into their designs; she adores the odd trinkets almost as much as her Angel. Each faux-flake that resides within them, she's counted. Each blemish or model discrepancy, she's noticed. Every figurine frozen in time, she has named and grown fond of. She's aware of anything and everything involving these knickknacks.
Almost unhealthily so It's just a hobby.
However, outside of Angel and herself, nopony else knows of this collection of hers. That is. until you decide to visit unannounced. With three knocks on her door and no answer, you figure she wouldn't mind the surprise company.
How wrong you were.
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A two-shot shit-fic dedicated to Priesty for hitting that fat ol' 100
Please don't hate me after this
Figured I'd put something together as a, y'know, a fuckin' congrats thing, but yeah. This is what came to mind.
Enjoy!
Oh, the snow-globe has something written on it. What can it say, I wonder?
Rated M for Megatron
You could live without reading this. But do it anyway.
-----
A two-shot shit-fic dedicated to Priesty for hitting that fat ol' 100
Please don't hate me after this
Figured I'd put something together as a, y'know, a fuckin' congrats thing, but yeah. This is what came to mind.
Enjoy!
Oh, the snow-globe has something written on it. What can it say, I wonder?