A/n: Welcome all to my new set of drabbles. These were/are written for the Royai fanfiction livejournal community, that I thought would be nice to post here. I'm starting with #2 since it's the holidays and this theme fits more with that than the first one. Enjoy:)
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. Andre Maurois (1885 - 1967)
#2 Winter Gathering
A blanket of white falls across the city, frosting the rooftops and trees with its icy breath.
Outside the wind blows through the streets, bitter cold, chilling all to the bone. It creeps through the city, sinking into every crack and crevice it can find.
It is late, all the windows are dark, save for one.
It's lit brightly by a burning fireplace, its warm orange glow washing over the room.
In front of the fire they sit, side by side under a warm blanket.
Her head rests on his shoulder as she sighs in content.
He smiles, this is a side of her he rarely sees.
He moves closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, as his eyes become heavy with sleep.
Slowly the two drift into a fantasy world where there is no cold, only warmth, and only each other.
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