I've fixed my computer to a degree where I can kind of sort of access my fics. I say sort of because a lot of my stuff got corrupted, but luckily this and a few other things survived. Never have I been so happy that I organized my shit in the least organized way possible. Anyways, have three drabs today so I can upload them on time in the future.
This first one is kinda short and kinda different, but oh well...
Enjoy! ;)
Day 3: sitting/snuggling in front of the fireplace with hot cocoa/tea (i'm so cliche)
The world is quiet.
Quiet other than the gentle crackling of the fireplace.
Other than gentle breaths and sipping warm drinks.
Hands softly caress over clothes, over innocent places like arms and faces, eyes caressing souls and soothing over hearts.
There are no words exchanged, and even though they're both just a little too warm, neither of them move. They couldn't even if they wanted to, too wrapped up in each other as they are.
There are moments when they both consider talking though. Where their hearts beat too hard out of their chest and beg for them to scream, "I love you, I love you, I love you…!" To the world, so that everyone can know, but then they realize that they don't want the world to know, they want to keep this to themselves, a private moment for them and them alone where the world can intrude on the smaller one they've created for themselves in the crackling light of the fire and soothing scent of tea.
They sit in this quiet and content world of silent I love you's where no one can be but them. Their private world of soft touches. Their private world of two beating hearts. Their private world of comfort and warmth. Private and perfect and safe until the dawn threatens to take away the darkness which is blocking them from the rest of the world.
And the world can go shove it, as far as they're concerned.
Their world is for them and only them, to scream their love to one another without saying a single word.
Their world is safe and warm and small and theirs.
Their world is quiet.