A/N: For Tomoeish. Prompt: Rinali x Miranda, holiday.
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Miranda had never seen the white cliffs of Dover before.
She looked very tiny standing on the ragged edge of the world, cupping a hand to shield her eyes from the sea-bright sun and clutching her red cloak tightly around her shoulders. England was cold in November.
Rinali was not cold. She was used to the malicious breath of winter, it had been her constant companion for years.
Miranda stiffened when she put her arms around her from behind, but did and said nothing except lean slightly back and accept the offer of warmth.
She was so fragile, like the crumbling pale cliffs she was so transfixed with. Every wave wore a little more of her away.
Rinali quietly vowed to herself that she would not let Miranda dissolve with the turning of the season to winter. She was too beautiful to vanish like that. So she held her a little tighter and memorized the smell of her hair.
Miranda eventually stopped shivering, but the wind howled endlessly onwards.
It was patient.
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