I recall when we were children that eve. Slowly striding through the frothy white snows, a cover of gentleness blanketing everything. The winter shone under pale moonshine, glistening and dancing off pure white reflecting back into the depths of your emerald green eyes. You looked beautiful standing there even then, immersed in the embrace of winter as we strode through our master's garden taking in the tranquility. We dared not break the silence and ruin the beauty of the moment, the softness, the tenderness, the chance to see a light in your eyes I very rarely saw.
You leaned against a stone pillar, tucking the long white coat tighter around your tiny frame. The wind had picked up and it had become rather chilly but you were unfazed, captivated by the glory of the wintry mistress. I strode into place beside you, wrapping strong arms around your petitte waist and drawing you closer against me. You rounded to gaze up at me, dumbfounded for my showing such tenderness though you were well aware of my feelings for you. How gorgeous you were, so small in comparion to my own might, high, gaunt features and an almost feminine body. You were awefully curvacious for a man.
Above us birds scattered to the rooftop, shaking loose a clump of snow to fall on my head from the stone archway above. A laugh escaped you as I shook the mass loose from my hair and I could not help but smile. Your smile.. breathtaking, and to know I am the one to give it to you. The hours draew later and the cold had taken toll on me, though you still appeared completely unaware it was the dead of winter. A fierce burn melted away the frost on my cheeks as I laced fingers with you, gently guiding you back through the immaculate gardens to the front door.
Here you paused, looking skyward. I followed your gaze, a wry smile appearing on my face as a lone mistletoe dangled from the doorway. Braig. Gently I cupped your cheek in my hand and you leaned into the warmth, your eyes searching. Tipping your head back I slowly leaned down, a soft noise leaving you as our lips met, spreading my warmth unto you. You tensed at first, then began to ease as our mouths moved together. Small arms wrapped around me, pressing close to savor the warmth and security. You're safe, my Even. My beloved snowflake.
Even now I stand guard over you as you lay sated in slumber dressed in the mass of white sheets curled around you. Slowly I thread my fingers through the strands and you shift into the warmth. Your chill does not both me, I rather like it. You are still the beloved snowflake I had become so captivated with all those years ago. Nothing will change this. I am your knight, your silent hero, here to guard and protect you. I will not allow myself to be disillusioned. I truly do love you.
By the hopelessly enamored soul within me, I do.