One of Those Winters
It was one of those winters.
When it had been warm summer-like weather until late January, when it promptly snowed a meter. When it began to thaw and then froze overnight, so that the drips running down the side of the fountain froze, and stayed in place all day. When it rained and then froze, causing the ground to be covered with black ice and the snow so hard that it could carry your entire weight.
It was one of those winters.
When James would sit in the window seat by himself, watching his small red head jumping on the icy snow as hard as she could, while the icy layer on top refused to crack, leaving her frustrated and sweaty. When the sleet and rain and slush would fall from the sky and leave her trooping back to the castle, disgruntled and wet.
It was one of those winters, like the ones long ago.
When every night the white powder flakes would float enticingly down from the midnight sky and Lily would throw her arms up and twirl, letting her obnoxious hair blend in with her surroundings, and be completely herself. Letting the cold air and chilly wind swallow her pale fingers turning blotchy and purple from the abrupt drop in temperature. When James would run out of the castle and give her a coat, just in time to let her fall into his arms, exhausted.
It was definitely one of those winters.
When he kissed her so sweetly and so softly and instead of slapping him away she let him kiss her there, that night in the snow filled air, on the hard snow like a glassy lake. When she let him kiss her again the next day, and the next.
It was going to be one of those springs.
When she let him kiss her with warmth and tenderness beneath the warm, gentle rain, and kissed him back.
It was definitely one of those summers, when she gently took the ring from his hand in the sparkling sunlight and humid air and smiled, a slow timid smile that seemed to stay on her lips despite her best efforts, in the sticky summer air on the dry brown grass.
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A/N: this is a REPOST with barely any changes. funny anecdote-I wrote this when I was really frustrated with new england weather, which almost exactly corresponds. Also-if you guys give me some FEEDBACK hint then I could think about writing a sequel...
(To my five delightful reviewers, thank you SO MUCH, and you can skim over the following beg/grovel section.)
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