Two silhouettes against the bright, snowy sky...
Wind with the speed of a starship...
A man and a woman, standing in front of the other...
The woman is looking up; the man is younger, but taller...
The man's brown cloak flows and flaps like a flag, his hood is still on...
Her clothes are tight and black, hugging and warming her...
The woman steps closer, the heat comes closer...
The man stares into her eyes, unsure but sure...
The woman reaches out, gently and carefully, touching his arm with delicacy...
He reached out in turn and cups her face with his black glove, his fingers caressing her flawed skin...
She pulls him closer, slowly...
The heat rises...
She uses her other hand to hold his neck, wrapping around like a snake with no ill intent...
He touches her arm carefully, as if handling expensive china...
She pulls him even closer...
He can feel her warm breath...
She touches the back of his head with her fingers, pulls him in slowly, inch by inch...
He uses his hand to direct her face towards his...
They both close their eyes...
Their lips touch, sending shutters down their spines...
Both pull back in shock, both return seconds later, now confidently...
Lips touch again. He can taste years of battle, of sweat, of tears...
She can taste years of training, of dedication, of loyalty...
Their lips come closer, locking perfectly, as if meant to find each other...
The warmth overwhelms them, shielding them from the outside and focusing everything on one, single, warm moment...
She tilts her head to the left as she lets out a soft moan, emotions overwhelming her...
Her hand moves from his arm to his shoulder, gripping him with strength...
His hand firmly grips her arm, holding her in place...
A kiss of love, of longing, of desire, but not of lust, not of ill intent...
The man opens his eyes...
The man pulls back, breathing heavily...
She opens her eyes...
She looks up slowly and meets his eyes in a longing, begging fashion...
They both lean forwards and touch foreheads, leaning on the other and staring into the snow...
One silver hilt dangles from the belt of each...
The dark side flows through her in waves, giving her strength while taking it away...
The light side surrounds him like a veil, protecting those beside him...
Dark and light, meeting in a clash without hate, without conflict, only passion and promise...
He longs to protect her...
She longs to protect him...
He doesn't know why he loves her...
She doesn't know why she loves him...
Dark and light, each holding the other close, in love without reason or question...
He cups her face, stares into her eyes, questioning his reasons but giving in nonetheless...
She holds him tight, like a teddy bear, holding him for safety, for security, all while offering her own...
Not lust... not false... true love...
Dark and light, in harmony, flowing around and through the other without barriers or obstructions...
He plants a peck on her forehead, she blushes with a smile...
She longs to love him, to keep him forever...
He longs to love her, to save her from evil...
Dark and light, battling without violence, each trying to win while trying to lose...
He wants to leave his order, stay with her forever...
She wants to give up the dark side, join him in light...
Neither can fulfill these desires...
They can only hold the other, two silhouettes against the bright, snowy sky.
