Disclaimer: I do not own POTO.
Théo walked through the Bois de Boulogne, sketchpad in hand. It was a little after six o'clock in the evening, and most of Paris was sitting down to dinner. He thought it the perfect time to come out a sketch the winter wonderland that the Bois had become during last night's snowfall. Théo brushed the snow off a park bench, sat down, and commenced to sketch.
Glistening snow began to flutter down from the sky and, as if on cue, a woman appeared on the other side of the park. Even as she ran, her steps were so graceful, almost like ballet. Another person came into view- a man dressed entirely in black, with a fedora pulled over most of his face. He moved swiftly and quietly, like a cat, as he snuck up on the woman. Accidentally, though, he stepped on a fallen twig, which made a loud snap. The woman immediately turned around and pelted a small ball of snow that she had carrying in her hand at him. When the snowball landed right in his face, her silver laugh rang through the Bois.
"Christine!" the man growled playfully, rubbing the snow off his face. Christine immediately took off running, but she wasn't able to get too far, though, before he had caught her around the waist.
"Erik!" she cried, as swiveled around so that she could be face to face with him. With a sweet smile, Christine reached up and tried to remove something from Erik's face.
"No, Christine," he commanded darkly, catching her wrist.
Christine pleaded, "No one will see…" Unknowingly, he loosened his grip on her wrist just enough for her wriggle out of it and take off the piece of porcelain. Before he could react, she planted a soft kiss on his lips. She pulled back, her eyes glowing, and this time it was Erik who did the kissing.
"I love you…"
"I love you…" A clock chimed seven o'clock. Erik took the piece of porcelain from Christine's hand and secured it back on his face. "It's time to go."
"Aw… Do we have to leave so soon, Erik?" She pouted.
"I'm afraid so. Besides, all this cold air isn't good for your voice."
"I suppose so." They joined hands and headed towards the gate. Christine whispered something in Erik's ear that caused him to laugh.
As they walked away, Théo, who had been watching the scene with amusement, tore off the sheet of paper that contained his half-finished drawing of the Bois and raced to roughly sketch Erik and Christine's forms before they disappeared. He decided that it made a much prettier picture.
Fin
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