![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
[24-Jul-2021] [Criminal Minds] Snowfall
Title: Snowfall
Day/Prompt: 24-July-2021
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Character/Pairing: Hotch, Morgan
Rating/Warning(s): General
The team is a little down, but understandably so. Gideon loathes his me time disturbed, inside his hidden mind, Hotch rallies against the authorities of the FBI and hates them for needing the BAU on the one day he needs to be with family, and Reid's rather ambivalent. Elle isn't so angry. Neither is he, and then the weather arrives— and Morgan's not sour with such pretty weather. He can imagine frolicking through with siblings; distant memories painted in tint grey and blur.
It's a good way to end the year. They helped someone and the snow— it catches his breathe before he breathes. It's beautiful.
Beginning falling as they chased in pursuit, it fell heavier with the minutes— then, 12 and they finally subdued him, and the virgin snow laid like a warm, snug blanket over the city of Atlanta, Georgia. It was snowing everywhere, for that matter, and still is.
Morgan lets the snowflakes fall on his light brown, hands cupped and held high as if it were his first time touching the ice-cold. It isn't, but it's beautiful, and based on the team's reaction, they enjoy the closing year's surprise about as much as an off-day— a wilderness creature just reasonable enough to consider. Well, a vast majority of them revert to their inner selves; Elle torpedoes globs of snow at Reid, Gideon builds a finger-sized snowman, and Reid erects a leaning tower of snow-za to bump Elle in.
"Hey, Hotch," Morgan nudges him in the side, "It might be snowing back home. You should snap a photo on your cell n' show them when we get back."
Hotch stares down at him, silently questioning.
"I know you're thinking of them, man. And that's good." He shakes his head sagely, "but don't forget to tell them. Knowing somebody loves you the way you love them, bossman, is probably the biggest gift. No presence required, but it's a bonus."
Morgan's rambling and his words aren't adequate, but they seem to raise Hotch's brows. That's a feat in itself. Still, the man deserves words of comfort to internalize, despite the truth that they probably won't help someone like Hotch. If Haley knew his utter devotion, she'd adore and treasure him a thousand times more; if Hotch knew the true extent of her evident struggle, he'd love her a thousand times more. It isn't his place to give Hotch, a man with a semi-successful marriage under his buckle, advice, yet his lips moving.
"And... they might be seeing this snow too." He grins, and Hotch musters a tiny one back, "So they're having a good time. You'll feel their warmth and all those poetic joys when we get back. So look up."
Thin lips part as Hotch looks up.
Morgan chuckles, dusting a shoulder of snow onto Hotch's arm. He hears a deep, wonderful chuckle in return. "Cheer up, Hotch."
Day/Prompt: 24-July-2021
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Character/Pairing: Hotch, Morgan
Rating/Warning(s): General
The team is a little down, but understandably so. Gideon loathes his me time disturbed, inside his hidden mind, Hotch rallies against the authorities of the FBI and hates them for needing the BAU on the one day he needs to be with family, and Reid's rather ambivalent. Elle isn't so angry. Neither is he, and then the weather arrives— and Morgan's not sour with such pretty weather. He can imagine frolicking through with siblings; distant memories painted in tint grey and blur.
It's a good way to end the year. They helped someone and the snow— it catches his breathe before he breathes. It's beautiful.
Beginning falling as they chased in pursuit, it fell heavier with the minutes— then, 12 and they finally subdued him, and the virgin snow laid like a warm, snug blanket over the city of Atlanta, Georgia. It was snowing everywhere, for that matter, and still is.
Morgan lets the snowflakes fall on his light brown, hands cupped and held high as if it were his first time touching the ice-cold. It isn't, but it's beautiful, and based on the team's reaction, they enjoy the closing year's surprise about as much as an off-day— a wilderness creature just reasonable enough to consider. Well, a vast majority of them revert to their inner selves; Elle torpedoes globs of snow at Reid, Gideon builds a finger-sized snowman, and Reid erects a leaning tower of snow-za to bump Elle in.
"Hey, Hotch," Morgan nudges him in the side, "It might be snowing back home. You should snap a photo on your cell n' show them when we get back."
Hotch stares down at him, silently questioning.
"I know you're thinking of them, man. And that's good." He shakes his head sagely, "but don't forget to tell them. Knowing somebody loves you the way you love them, bossman, is probably the biggest gift. No presence required, but it's a bonus."
Morgan's rambling and his words aren't adequate, but they seem to raise Hotch's brows. That's a feat in itself. Still, the man deserves words of comfort to internalize, despite the truth that they probably won't help someone like Hotch. If Haley knew his utter devotion, she'd adore and treasure him a thousand times more; if Hotch knew the true extent of her evident struggle, he'd love her a thousand times more. It isn't his place to give Hotch, a man with a semi-successful marriage under his buckle, advice, yet his lips moving.
"And... they might be seeing this snow too." He grins, and Hotch musters a tiny one back, "So they're having a good time. You'll feel their warmth and all those poetic joys when we get back. So look up."
Thin lips part as Hotch looks up.
Morgan chuckles, dusting a shoulder of snow onto Hotch's arm. He hears a deep, wonderful chuckle in return. "Cheer up, Hotch."