He was the summer.
Blazing radiance which couldn't be ignored, scalding heat to those around him, as hot and demanding as the sun.
He was the summer.
Blazing in as the spring ended, chasing the autumn with that cheery warmth he always had, and causing those who knew winter to wish for him. Summer heat which was impossible to live with yet just as impossible live without. Breaking the records and setting new highs, as unpredictable as the rays summer could bring, as bright and strong as the sun.
Eyes like the blue sky, hair as fair as the sunlight which he gave to everyone without question. Smile just as radiant, strong and capable, laughing and playful.
Long days and shorter nights, he was the summer.
She was the autumn.
As warm as summer at times and as frigid as the winter at others.
She was the autumn.
Welcoming in everyone with her smile and promise for equality, following the summer and ending before winter. Giving as well as she got, she gave what she could and took only what she needed. Playful and warm when happy, she clings to the summer's warmth before the frigid cold of winter began. The gentle breeze of her kind words give way to the ferocity of her independence and stubborn attitude. Autumn.
Hair a russet sheen of brown, resembling the trees who gave their orange leaves to the ground, matching the striking marigold in her irises. Smile radiant when she meant it, frown as fierce as the wind's strength, she was the centre-piece between the raging summer and freezing winter.
Long days, and seemingly just as long nights, she was the autumn.
She was the winter.
Cold and unforgiving, hiding behind the blustery winds of snow, ignoring summer completely and only giving into the warmer affects of autumn that chased her towards her season.
She was the winter.
Asking no quarter and giving none, snow and ice gave a picture of cold and untouchable beauty, freezing any who come to close or were without protection. Striking with icy and impeccable accuracy, she sheltered herself in ice, allowing none to inhabit the frozen land she created. Giving nothing to those who would give her none, strict ethics and cold intelligence gave her the stability she needs, cold and icy logic was all that she wanted and needed.
Hair was black as the frigid night that stretched on, and violet eyes as cold as the days even with the sun shining its light. Wintry expression, smile only extending with some acknowledgement. Spring came after winter, and only then would she allow the snow and ice to melt.
Incredibly long nights that came too early, and days too short and cold, she was the winter.
AN
No excuse. No excuse whatsoever except the fact that the damn idea would not leave me alone. And I don't even know where it came from. Sad pitiful fact is the EA trio do actually remind me of those three seasons; summer, fall, and winter. I guess it's kinda parallel to the (I call it "famous", I think it's well known it was an incredible work of fiction) "sun, earth and moon," metaphor the authoress Lizzy Rebel made concerning Mu, Murrue and Natarle respectively, but that was not, I'll repeat, was not my intent. Gah, I could go on rambling about it, but I do not honestly care. I don't own anything, did it basically because I could, and the idea wouldn't leave me alone.
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