The snow was falling again. It fell in large flakes, those flakes easily sticking to each other. There was a crunch, crunch, crunch, as two pairs of feet left footprints in the snow, that were slowly being filled back in again.

Munakata was enjoying the snow, cold as it was. Something about the crystalline beauty and complexity, how fragile they were and yet still managing to cover the ground in their stunning whiteness.

His hand grasped tightly onto the other person's, as they made marks in the fresh snow, heading nowhere in particular. Munakata's breath left his mouth in clouds, as he turned and smiled at Mikoto, snow falling in between their gazes.

Mikoto, too, seeing the carefree expression upon the other King's normally tense face, smiled at him. He subtly let loose his Aura, surrounding them in a warm cloud of red. Munakata walked even closer to him, matching their steps and lacing their fingers together.

They didn't exchange any words, they didn't need to. Their faces and actions spoke all that they needed, as they continued on their walk to nowhere.

And the snow fell, obscuring their footprints and leaving no trace.


Maybe it's just me, but I really like writing winter fics. Just something about it, I really love. (And terrific for fluff and so much more, hehe :3)