Title: All The Stars
Summary: A series of unrelated drabbles and ficlets based on the Lunar Chronicles.
Disclaimer: I am not Marissa Meyer and make no profit from any of what I am posting.
4. Winter: Namesake
"Princess?" Jacin mutters, leaning over and freeing her from the belt. He holds out his hand and, still in a trance of some sort, she takes it.
He helps Winter into a heavy fur coat and fumbles with a scarf, wrapping it (too) tightly around her neck. Then comes a woollen cap that covers her eyes. She's smiling now, as she pushes the cap up so that she can look at him.
"Will it really be that cold?"
Jacin shrugs. "Colder," he mutters, slipping a gloved hand in hers.
The door lifts open and at once a cool wind blows in. Winter shivers and Jacin glances at her, the ends of his lips curved upwards. I did warn you.
She huffs. Steps forward, half dragging him behind her.
"Snow," Winter whispers, staring at the white flakes that cover the ground all the way till the horizon, and beyond. She hadn't expected it to be this white or this extensive. She hadn't expected it to be so beautiful.
Jacin squeezes her hand though she can't bring herself to look away from the scene before her just yet.
She skips forward, landing neatly in the untouched snow. Her feet sink in and for a moment Winter remembers the girl trapped in ice. She looks at Jacin, wide-eyed. He smiles and that's all the encouragement she needs.
Winter's hand slips out of his and she trudges ahead. It's softer than she'd imagined and cooler. Water seeps into her boots and she's also reminded of how uncomfortable this is. Not that Winter cares. Being uncomfortable is better than being imprisoned or trapped.
She lets out a cry of joy and spins around the spot. Only she slips. Falls. Jacin doesn't catch her though he's at her side at once.
"Need a hand, Princess?" he asks, amused.
Winter nods, reaching for his outstretched hand and pulls him down. He gasps, falling at her side.
"Need a hand, Sir. Clay?"
Jacin rolls his eyes and a moment later she's been hit by something cold and wet and white - snow. She turns to Jacin and he grins at her, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow. Stars Winter hates him
She also loves him.
The thought makes her cheeks burn though it doesn't stop Winter from grabbing a fistful of snow and throwing it at him.
It's not until she's drenched in snow and they return to the ship that Winter realises how cold it is. She pulls off her coat and her shoes and Jacin helps her with the scarf, even if she doesn't need it.
They curl up in a single blanket with the heater turned up, no longer laughing or screaming. Jacin falls asleep against her at some point, his chest rising and falling against her side. Winter smiles, turning slightly and pecking a kiss on his cheeks before closing her own eyes.
If this is what winter is like, she thinks, she's glad to be named for it.
Sorry for not posting in over two days... It's festive season here so I've been out for pretty much all the time (which, by the way, gets absolutely exhausting...)
Sorry, this is still kinda rusty... I just really wanted to post something and seeing that I'm still working on requests this was all I had. Hopefully, Winter's not too off. I felt like she'd still be easily fascinated by the world (especially earth) and wouldn't completely lose her childishness and yeah...
Anyways, feel free to keep requesting characters/ friendships/ scenarios or just letting me know how you liked this!
And (finally) THANK YOU for every read/ follow/ review and all the joy they give me!