On Border Patrol, for Snitchnipped.

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On Border Patrol, for snitchnipped. Written by heliopausa.

Peter surveyed the Leopard. The stars shone hard as diamonds: another bitter night. Behind him, the silent patrol made camp. He stared blankly into darkness. They’d be decorating the tree at the Cair now – laughing, singing, hanging this year’s – the fifteenth! – exquisite bauble. Red Dwarf work: golden, delicate, warm jewels glowing… He shrugged, focussing on reality: poor, hard ground, scrubby pine-forest – before him, one tiny, scrawny tree… Unexpectedly, the High King laughed – and dropped, manoeuvring… just…so! …and smiled to see it: a Christmas Tree for border-guards, its thin, gallant branches ablaze with the stars of the Leopard, bright as diamonds.

Original prompt: Peter and a Christmas tree. Either world. Serious or funny. Just no Peter/Tree smut. ;-)

Comments

[autumnia]

A lovely way to think of Christmas while far away from home. I think Peter's version of a Christmas tree was probably the most wonderful of all, without all the unnecessary decorations and only the stars above hanging as ornaments.