AN: My first drabble, in honor of the first snow of the year.
Happy Thanksgiving!
It was snowing. In the light from the porch, Watanuki watched the white lace drift down. The world was peaceful with this first snow. The trees bowed their branches, white blossoming where there was once pink. It seemed as if no one else existed at that moment. No spirits, wish makers or granters. Just this endless blank landscape and falling white petals.
"It's beautiful." The voice whispered in his ear.
Watanuki didn't snap back at the intrusion. The silent snow muffled his temper.
"Yeah." He leaned against his friend and Doumeki wrapped warm arms around him. They watched the snowfall.