A/N: I AM going to finish this story...I AM going to finish this story...! Eventually...~ Anyway, Rin and len came out with a new song called Seasonal Feathers/ Feathers through the Season and so naturally, I had to write my own view of it... so~
Also, I just finished typing up a fanfiction for Woody Allen's: Don't Drink the Water and a 3 page creative essay so sorry if it seems kinda short...I'm still not sure which route I want to start this story on. So, anyway, thanks for all the feedback on The Author as well you guys, like, you don't understand how much I really appreciate it~ And if you could do the same on this story then I'd appreciate it just as much.
Feathers Through the Seasons:
Chapter 1- Winter, The First Season
With cold, numb fingers she drew back the slightly torn door, her body shuddering alongside the shaky door. Then slowly, she stepped up into the old, abandoned home and pushed the door back to its original position- thankfully she didn't have shoes to mess with.
She felt her toes curl under the hard floor and sighed, her breath becoming a misty wisp in the air. "Len..."
Blue eyes scoured the immediate darkness, slowly adjusting from the winter sun's glare she'd been looking at only moments ago but immediately catching and focusing on the small flame in the center hearth of the room.
The blonde woman picked up her over-layered, mismatched skirts covering her knobby knees and made her way towards the hearth, murmuring softly, "You finally managed to light a match..." With practiced grace, the woman floated down to the floor and rested her knees underneath herself while sliding her bitter cold hands towards the slowly growing flame.
"Of course, I told you I wouldn't, didn't I?" She was so enamored with the heat and light radiating from the hearth that she didn't even realize how close he is until she feels his large arms encompass her waist and the point of his chin is on her head. "I'm not a useless husband yet, my dear." He murmured in reply, a small smile gracing his features as the petite woman simply buried her flushed face into his dark grey sleeves.
"You know I didn't mean that..." Her soft voice was muffled from the fabric, and the small sigh she gave after was barely heard as the blonde nuzzled her face against Len's covered chest when his large hands brushed through the loose strands of her pulled back hair.
"I know, sweetheart, but you did when we first met, remember? You were just as cold as you are now."
An unneeded apology falls from behind her purplish lips followed by a sigh.
"Please don't apologize my Rin, it doesn't suit you well." His lips press themselves against her exposed temple, hands slowly unwinding the painfully tight bun he knows she's tried to not to undo and his own blue eyes closing in contentment.
"Len-"
"I know...shush..."
The rest of that night was spent by the fire, the two lovers huddling together in the only light in the old home and the comfortable silence between them the only thing they need.
If only that comfort would've lasted...