A/N: First off, a big ol' thank you to those of you who read/reviewed 'Jasmine'; it's a wonderful feeling, getting little blips from your email telling you how many people have read it or that you have a new review. You're all beautiful, beautiful people. Anyway, these are some drabbles that came along this morning while I was sitting (read:freezing off my extremities) in a sub-zero classroom for approximately three hours. (You see, here in Las Vegas the university likes to overcompensate for the heat by making us feel like a collective student-body-iceberg-mass once we reach the classroom threshold. I mean, air conditioning is great, wonderful, and fantastic, but damn. I grew up in Northern California where our average temperature was between 45 and 55 degrees, and I'm COLD. Gah.) *Ahem* I think you came here to read something actually related to A:TLA, so...
Disclaimer: This is FANfiction.
Reach for the Sun
She couldn't remember the icy knife that was the South Pole wind. She couldn't remember the raw freeze of her hands when she held snow for too long. She couldn't remember the barren openness of the night sky, and the shiver that accompanied the feeling of being so very small.
It was all forgotten as she was enveloped in his arms, in his slow burn embrace. It was all forgotten as she saw nothing but deep and fiery reds and yellows and molten dripping gold against her closed eyes. It was all forgotten as she breathed him in, the smoke and heat of his essence bleeding and blinding and leaving no traces of cold behind.