A/N: Sooooooooooo… I have become far too hooked on LWA and decided it's about time to make my debut in this fandom. I can't just stand by and watch and wait for my desires to be fulfilled. I gotta give some and take some! So, even though I have NOT been writing short things, or drabbles for that matter, I found myself compelled to write this little piece, which, depending on feedback, may turn into a multi-chap fic. Help me out! Tell me if I should continue this or leave it. Thank you! Enjoy!

~Shintori Khazumi

A Warm Diana

She was a Cavendish.

She knew this fact since birth, and no power in the universe could change that fact. She may be disowned, she may be adopted, she could've been an orphan, but it would not, could not erase the blood that runs through her veins in a cold, chilling way.

It does not alter the features that rest on her face. It does not change the way her eyes would view, and seemingly glare with ice, every matter of this world. Her back would always be in that prim proper straight line that her body had adapted to since the time she had been borne.

She was called a genius. Ms. Perfect. The Prodigy. Queen of Luna Nova, but even she received names such as Ice queen, and cold-hearted which did not go past her knowledge. She never paid any mind to it.

Maybe it was true, maybe she was cold and heartless. Nothing less of a Cavendish.

But-

"You're warm, Diana. So, so Warm."

And she may have been compelled to believe in those words. In the one person who gifted her with the warmth that she now could project, return to the source.

She didn't need to be a Cavendish. If the weight became far too heavy than she would opt to only be-

"Diana."

"Hmmm?"

"You're so warm." Those ruby red pools burned themselves into her memory as they ever so carefully came closer. "You should just be Diana, My Warm Diana."

"Mmm."

"I love you." The voice cracked, and Diana could feel a damp warmth fall on her shirt of which she was certain could not be the cold rain pouring just outside the abandoned shack they had hid themselves in.

"Please stay with me and continue to give me your warmth, that which I cannot live without." She confessed, pulling the smaller girl closer, running her hands through silken strands of hair.

"I p-promise, Diana." Oh how she loved the way her name came from those lips as she planted a kiss on them. "Because I love you."

"I love you too Akko."

Not a Cold Cavendish.

She was A Warm Diana.

A/N: So that was basically it. Thank you for reading and kindly give me your feedback. Till next time in this wonderful fandom, Ciao!

~Shintori Khazumi