A/N: Inspired by the snow, and, in part, by xXGaGaGirlXx. Enjoy!
Snow Dance
Mot stared up at the falling snow with a sense of awe. She'd never seen proper snow before, not proper falling, fluffy and cold snow, which melted on contact with her hand. It was something new, something exciting, and, as pretty as the sight looked, it was bloody cold!
She shivered slightly, wrapping her arms around herself, pulling at her hoodie, so that the sides folded in slightly, in an effort to generate more heat, wrapping the scarf she had brought out with her around herself. She supposed this was part of the parcel, having lived in the heat controlled GaGa Land most of her life, a sensitivity to the cold. Looking up at the sight of the snow falling again, moving her fringe out of her eye slightly she grinned. For as nice as sight as that, she'd take the sensitivity happily.
"Alright?" Blink's soft voice echoed unnaturally loudly in the silence of the junkyard, causing him to look around with surprise. Mot grinned over at him.
"Isn't it wicked sweet?" she asked him, looking back out at the sight of the falling snow. "Never seen anything like it," she said softly, "proper snow." By this point, Blink joined her where she stood, looking up with a soft smile, before looking sideways at her, smile secure on his face.
"Wicked sweet," he agreed, reaching for her hand. She frowned slightly. "Come on," he said, pulling her out and whirling her round in the snow. Mot laughed, stumbling slightly over the long scarf - it had looked so inviting in the wardrobe, but it was rather too long for her. Blink shuddered slightly, having wandered out without a coat. Having lived in Bohemia longer than Motley, he was mostly over the 'extreme' cold sensitivity, but the fact stood that it was colder than he had originally thought.
Mot looked at him, and tutted slightly. "Here you silly wanker," she chided him lightly, wrapping the long scarf round him, "snow is pretty, but cold is bad," she reasoned lightly, "so you can have the scarf to keep you warm."
"Thanks," Blink said softly, grinning. He didn't mind being given into a row by Mot, something which his twin always liked to tease him about. Blink always maintained that it was better to by acceptable to rows, as what often came after more than made up from them. While Blink was referring to Mot's tendency to get very apologetic and, well, the only word for it was snuggly, Link's perverse mind went in a direction that made Blink's ears turn red. "Snow's falling pretty steadily; might be able to build a snowperson later," he said casually.
Mot considered this. "Totally sweet," she nodded, looking around, feeling all warm and happy inside. Blink smiled softly once more, looking back over at Mot, a deep fondness appearing in the smile.
"Come on Mot," he said to her, tugging at her hand slightly, bringing her round so that they were standing closely together, hugging, whirling slowly round as the snow fell in twirling spirals to the ground around them.
"Blink?"
"It's a snow dance Mot," he said softly, his voice no higher than that of a whisper, "just follow the snowflakes lead."
So they did.