Prompt: First Snow
Word count: 497
First Snow
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"As usual," Mirage growled, "I fail to see the appeal of this excursion."
'And as usual', Hound commed back cheerfully, 'you're still here just to make me happy.'
In lieu of an answer, Mirage concentrated on dragging his wheels forward through the white, cold and wet substance that blanketed every available surface and clung uncomfortably to his undercarriage. Curse this organic planet with its seasons and freak weather! And curse his own weakness that wouldn't let him insist on proper conduct whenever his lover was so obviously stoked about something.
The only positive thing so far turned out to be the relatively short time it took them to reach Hound's desired destination, a forest of fir trees lying cradled between the slopes of a small valley. It was very silent here, the thick snow mantle swallowing almost every sound, and myriads of icicles hanging in the trees glittered in the shine of their headlights.
It paled in comparison to Helix Gardens, of course, but still Mirage felt somewhat mollified at the sight.
"It's beautiful, don't you think?" Hound said, sounding dreamy. Mirage smiled despite himself as he transformed.
"Quite lovely," he agreed. And it was true: Covered in white as it was, the organic landscape looked almost… graceful.
Hound stepped up behind him and interlaced their fingers. "I thought we might treasure the memory one day," he said. "Who knows if we'll still be here for the next winter."
"We will be, with my luck," Mirage huffed. But he squeezed his lover's hand affectionately, and Hound's field felt warm and loving as it snuggled up against his.
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Earth's seasons were short, thank Primus, so this winter nonsense came to a pleasantly quick ending. Even so, Mirage waited patiently until the last snow had melted before he made his move.
"I have a gift for you," he announced on a late spring evening, producing a tiny, flat metal box from his subspace.
Hound, stretched out on his berth, looked up from his data pad in surprise, but following Mirage's encouraging smile he sat up, took the proffered item and triggered the locking mechanism. A miniature containment field sprang up, and inside it glittered something tiny and white.
Hound looked at his lover, a puzzled little smile on his faceplates. "A snowflake?"
"A snowflake from our first Terran winter together, to be precise," Mirage corrected. "I thought about what you said back then, and you were right: It seems to me that the occasion is worthy of a little keepsake."
For a split astrosecond, Hound's optics dimmed as he searched his data banks for the corresponding memory file. Then his field lit up in an almost tangible glow, projecting touched/grateful in heavy waves. "Wow," he said, voice laced with static. "Thank you. That's… that's great."
"I know," Mirage said in what they had dubbed his 'Towers' brat voice', and as expected it made his lover grin.
"I love you, oh Noble One."
"As well you should, Puppy Love."
*Fin*
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