Snow:
Mix water and ice, and you get snow. It's not a solid, not quite a liquid, something hovering in between, a perfect mix.
Kisses. That's what snowflakes were like. Kisses. Ice cold, tiny, fairy-like kisses, settling in her blue hair and on her pale cheeks, melting in to her warm skin like they never wanted to part with her. They swirled around her like they were dancing, singing, moving to the rhythm that was her, the song that was Juvia.
"If water could speak, it'd sound like her." Gray thought, peeking at the water mage from behind his bangs. She was staring up at the gray clouds, her blue eyes trying to see every snowflake as it fell. She turned to him, her eyes shining like stars, her pale cheeks flushed from the cold.
"Gray-sama. The snow is beautiful!" She cried, she was happy, so happy, it was like she glowed from the inside out. He smiled at her, ducking his nose into the gray scarf she had knitted for him so long ago.
They weren't young anymore, the years had come and gone. His black hair was paling at the temples, her eyes were framed with wrinkles, from all the smiles she'd smiled. But she was still beautiful to him. As lovely as the day he'd first seen her in the sunlight.
She tipped her head to the side. "Gray-sama? Are you okay?"
After fifteen years of marriage, she hadn't dropped the honorific. He didn't mind it anymore, he understood it was the way she told him how much he meant to her.
He walked up to her and out his arms around her. "I'm fine Juvia."
"Juvia is glad."
She hadn't dropped the third person mode of speech either.
He laughed, hugging her tighter and kissing the top of her head.
"Ugh." A young voice sounded to their left. "That's gross. Do you guys hafta be so mushy?"
Gray peered over his wife's head at his youngest child, a dark-haired, blue eyed boy named Ur, the spitting image of Gray himself.
Juvia smiled wickedly, turning around in Gray's arms, tipping her head up and kissing the side of his jaw. Ur turned green as his father bent down and kissed his mother.
"Da-ad! That's my mom! Don't do that!" But to no avail. He sighed. Dads.
