Ah. I really shouldn't be writing this.

But, I want to...I'm in a poetic mood.

Thus, here begins my Amuto drabble collection.

Also, I'll be using German numbers. Any readers who are fluent in German (I'm not terribly, I only know what I've learned at school) correct me if I get anything incorrect. However, I'm pretty sure I know all the numbers.

Please enjoy, everyone!

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+ 1... Eins: A Cold Countenance +

A shift.

A glance.

A sigh.

One breath; seemingly held.

Too many contrasts: carnation pink and midnight blue; anxious expression, icy expression; a rigid stance, a slouchy stance.

The corners of her mouth twitch, amber eyes unable to focus.

His mouth remains set in a line, indigo eyes focused and affixing the other with an unyielding stare.

Trembling fingers, soft upon his cheek.

The ice melts, the countenance softens.

The briefest of kisses upon his cheek, the lightest of flushes upon hers.

The wrong is undone; his mouth curls into an ever so familiar smirk.

She starts; his lips are at her neck. She feels his grin against her flesh.

His embrace is inescapable and too warm upon her cold skin.

The contrasts remain; warm against cool.

The ice melted, the warmth cooled, the colors together.

Harmony replaces the disorder.

The contrasts are balanced, and calmness permeates the atmosphere.

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Short? I know it is, it's supposed to be.

Heck, I think my author's note is longer.

Sorry if you didn't get it, it's really confusing, but it's what came out of my head...