Soft as Snow (But Warm inside)
Written for S0methngp0etic who requested giggling, snow, and hands
She had always loved it when it snowed, he didn't know why. He himself had always hated the feeling of the cold wetness creeping into his boots soaking his socks. He hated the shivering, and the twinge of pink that crept upon his nose (It really did nothing for his complexion)
. But she delighted in it, not just the lovely tolerable kind that covered everything in a nice glistening blanket of white, she loved blizzards, the huge raging snowstorms that would keep them by the fire for hours, snifters of firewhiskey in their hands to keep them warm. She was a simple girl really, all she need was the feeling of his chest against her back and a bit of conversation. He listened to her speeches about elven rights and blood equality until the firewhiskey morphed her long winded diatribes into quiet giggles as she nestled her head in the crook of his neck.
She loved the snow because she said it reminded her of him.
And maybe, just maybe he liked it a little too