A/N – Unbeta'd and disgustingly short. Enjoy nonetheless.
Also, I am actually in the midst of writing Toppling the Balance. Chapter 2's done and in the queue to be beta'd whilst I'm still writing chapter three. I've not completely neglected it.
A Contrast
There's an eyelash on your cheek, a long dark line against your porcelain skin. His hand, rough against the snowy skin, brushes it causing the eyelash to flutter away into nothingness. You open your eyes and look up to see his dark brows knitted together. His irises are a dull green but when you look hard enough you can spot the life empowering them. A spark of emerald. He stares back into your sapphire eyes but he looks at nothing. He says nothing and he's just still. You grab a hold of his arm with both hands as his arm stays motionless, cupping your face.
Someone calls your name, it's a loud bright tone as excitement engulfs their voice. The voice cracks slightly and you can feel the excited tension dashing about in the usually still air. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You haven't done this for a while.
Suddenly, you're pulled forward and all you can see is the white fabric of his t-shirt. The familiar smell of cigarettes and ham waft up your nostrils and you breathe in a sigh of relief, gripping the material hard. It's not exactly the most magical of smells but it's recognisable: it's home. Your head lays against his chest while you wrap your arms around his waist and you can't help but feel the corners of your mouth lift up slightly. The theatre make-up is going to stain his white shirt, but neither of you care.
Your name gets called again. Panic adds to the atmosphere this time and you break free from the hug. He looks down at you with a small smile. Lightly punching your arm, he whispers a "good luck". He'll be waiting for you when you get back.