There was something safe about conjoined hands, resting against Toris's shoulder as day seemed to turn to dusk before their very eyes. The chill in the air could bite worse than the snow that nipped delicately at their skin and yet, Amelia didn't feel like heading back home to curl up under a warm blanket with a much worn book of poetry in hand.
Instead, she wanted to brave the weather, feel the cold smother her jacket, and rest against her skin, just to walk hand in hand with Toris down a wood's path, as if the world were merely something that only thought itself mighty. She could laugh with the kind of joy that burst like paint grenades against her skin, battering her heart into eager, eager joy that hugged close to the man by her side.
He made her feel safe, even if they walked across a volcano or through a blizzard, Toris's hand in hers kept her warm and safe, even if all but her hand were freezing, she'd still hug him close and stay by his side. He reminded her of the breath of fresh air that hints at Spring and the delicate snowfall when Winter first comes upon the world every year.
His forest green eyes lock her into a world that can take her far, far away from here and into a place merely their own. Amelia's smile feels like a firework show, her hands feel twitchy with general excitement. She doesn't care where they walk to, and snow glittered trees may look pretty, but they have nothing on the man beside her.
Toris is her safe house, her warmth amid the cold, and she couldn't be happy as she walks quietly by his side, sometimes she hums a faint tune to keep them company, most of the time, she just relishes his presence by her side.
Amelia's heart flutters like a moth taking off, and she presses her lips against his cheek in a faint kiss. If only, they could stay in this moment forever, among the cold, the snow, the frostbitten trees, and this safe feeling that grounds her heart beside his always.