The Weather Outside
Athrun wasn't sure what to think of snow. It was cold, it stung, and then there was it's most obvious characteristic; it was white. Cold, stinging, and white.
While watching the snow fall was perfectly fine by Athrun, walking out into it was another beast altogether. It looked so peaceful from the window, but when one exited a warm house and stepped out into the elements, it was a huge contrast.
Lacus thought it was like a "winter wonderland." Athrun thought it was like a sensory deprivation chamber with no heat. (He supposed that was the internal cynic in him talking.)
He wasn't, however, totally against snow; it did have some redeeming qualities. Indeed, when the flakes were falling softly, caressing his face instead of browbeating it, Athrun considered them quite pleasant. The snow also made for nice change of scenery.
Then, there was the main reason, which lay in the previously mentioned contrast. Whenever Athrun walked back in from the snow, everything was… richer. Colors, sounds… they were all made that much more significant – especially with Lacus.
Her hair was never more vibrant as it was when he saw it after exploring a world of white. Her voice, beautiful as it was, became even moreso after his ears had heard nothing but howling winds. And most importantly –
Athrun smirked.
After being out in the cold, her lips certainly felt warmer…