I'm writing late. One hour late, that's not as bad as yesterday's theme that was around twelve hours late. I know, this AN is useless, but I can't bring myself to let it disappear.

"Ah, I forgot something in the kitchen… Go ahead, I'll join you outside!" Yang said, checking her pockets one more time to be sure.

After a simple, lovely nod, Blake went outside, and she had a few seconds to breathe and stop worrying. She had truly forgotten something in the kitchen, but it wasn't her car keys nor gloves… What she had almost forgotten was the small, black velvet box that contained most of her hopes. Rushing toward the kitchen, more to express some of her nervousness than because she was really in a hurry, she sighed while placing the ring's box in one of her coat front's pocket. She still couldn't bring herself out of her anxiety, wanting to believe that everything would go for the best but still fearing the worst…

And she still wasn't sure as to why she had chosen to wait until winter had come, covered everything in a thick white mantle and gloomed everything in ice to make her proposal. Well she still couldn't find anything else that "I chickened out since Spring". But today she was determined, despite the gloomy weather, despite the ambient cold, despite her damned mind constantly reminding her that everything could go wrong, today she would ask Blake to marry her.

They had spent five years together, five years of pure happiness… And though some may consider it early, Yang knew she could spend the rest of her life with her, if she was willing to. Plus, who decided at which relationship duration it was okay to propose? Was there an implicit rule or something about that? Breathing deeply, she realized that she had come back to the entrance door, and that she was infinitely closer to the fateful moment that she thought.

Pushing the door open, the first thing she noticed was that the snow was a little more than knee-high, which even for the season was quite impressive. The second thing she noticed was that Blake was nowhere to be seen, and that worried her. She should have spotted her immediately, with her dark-colored outfit and hair… but no, Blake was nowhere to be found. At the exact second she took a deep breath to call her lover's name, something knocked the wind out of her and pushed her in a puddle of snow, causing her eyes to widen in surprise.

They would have widened in terror, would the 'aggressor' not have been Blake, who was now laughing, Yang still pinned to the ground under her.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," she paused, knowing that she had made a mistake as a playful grin was now stretching Yang's lips

"Predatory instinct, is that? You should be more careful when choosing your preys…" Turning table in her favor – and putting snow absolutely everywhere in her pockets, though that's just details – Yang got herself over Blake before finishing her sentence. "Dragons happen to be stronger than cats."

As both laughed, they got up clumsily and brushed the snow out of their clothes more ore less gracefully. Less, in Yang's case, as she had troubles emptying the snow from her pockets, but she literally froze when her fingers posed around the delicate form of the box she was longing to offer.

"Yang, you're okay?"

Of course she had noticed. And now she couldn't chicken out of the situation, or it would be both very awkward at the moment and very shameful to remember. Closing her eyes for a brief second, Yang focused all of her hopes in that particular moment… She got down on one knee, regretting that she was going cliché without a good sentence to present it, and raised her eyes toward Blake while retrieving the box from her pockets. She found it extremely hard to swallow at that particular moment, especially when she saw Blake's surprised – to avoid saying 'confused' – expression.

"I know it's sudden, but I've longed to ask you for a long time now… Blake, you're so wonderful that I couldn't find the right words, and I'd love you until the end of the world if you allowed me to…" Deciding that she was definitely not the one for emotional speeches, she thought that it was better to get to the point before she could drown in her own words. "Blake, will you marry me?"

There were a few blanks seconds, where the world seemed to pause, and Yang's adrenaline and apprehension rocketed before a single tear rolled on Blake's cheek and smile lighted her face.

"Of course I will!" the raven haired said, falling to her knees to hug her blonde of a partner, before adding despite the emotions that were now tying her throat: "You amazing dragon"

Done! At first I wanted to write Blake acting like a cat in the snow – you know, those thousands of YouTube videos showing you a snowy garden with a cat tail bouncing and running around, while the cat itself is invisible under the snow? – but I thought it would be too cliché. And out of nowhere I wrote a proposal. Human brain is wonderful, making the weirdest decisions and associations…

Anyway, hope you enjoyed and I'll see you tomorrow!