Right, so here we are after quite a break or so... and back to the usual randomness. I'll warn you first, though - this one has a lot of deliberate ambiguity in it. Danny and Sam are eighteen.
Where We Go from Here
Danny scuffed at the snow with his boot, watching mutedly as it made a deeper indent in the scrunching mess of soft white beneath his feet.
Sam stood beside him, saying nothing.
He didn't have to look to know she wasn't looking at him, either.
They both weren't saying anything.
In fact the only two words that had been uttered between them so far that day had been when he'd shown up on her doorstep fifteen minutes ago, said hey, and asked if she was ready - to which she'd simply nodded.
Then it'd been silent all the way since then, even after they'd reached the park. A heavy, almost sullen sort of silence, as though there wasn't even anything that needed to be said and they were just wasting their time away.
He watched as his breath formed and floated out on the cool air in front of him, blowing it slowly, almost lazily, still watching it even as it gradually faded into nothingness.
It didn't mean danger this time, as it so often did - and yet Danny couldn't help but feel it represented... them, somehow. Had it come to this? After all the years of warmth and closeness... were they to gradually fade away and lose what they had to the cold that seemed soon to separate them...?
No. He forced back the urge to bite his lip, letting out another breath - this time heavier, almost a sigh. Again the air in front of him frosted for a few seconds... then slowly started to disappear as well.
It wasn't supposed to end like this.
It was never supposed to end like this.
He knew they had something special. They both did. Surely it couldn't be lost that easily...
It'd be night soon. Already he could see the orange-pink rays that tinted horizon starting to wan from where they were on the little hill. The sunset had been exceptionally beautiful that evening - though in all brooding silence between the two, had likely gone unadmired.
A breeze blew over, colder for once, and Danny took in a deep breath of the icy air, relishing it despite having to withdraw his gloved hands from the pockets of his trenchcoat and pull it a little closer around himself.
From the corner of his eye he could see Sam raise her fair face slightly to meet it, enjoying its feel, delighting in it caressing her chin-length ebony locks even as a smile failed to cross her expression.
The breeze stopped just as he felt something cold and wet land on his nose.
Snow.
There came another snowflake. And another, and another. They fell lightly, softly, almost like feathers in the equivalent of a drizzle.
And still he and Sam stood there, still they said nothing.
Still snowflakes continued in their gentle shower, never becoming heavier, gracefulness akin to tiny white snow-fairies dancing, dancing... The moon had risen now, and could still be easily glimpsed, reflecting warmly on the falling flakes, casting them into glowing hues of soft magical light as they drifted lightly down to the ground.
He turned to her slowly, finally - perhaps emboldened somehow by the wondrous sight, fingers gently caressing her cheek and turning her own face toward him.
Deep violet orbs flitted to his blue ones - and in them emotions of hers he so rarely saw, all in turmoil. Confusion, pain, and uncertainty, loss... yet so clearly tinged, somehow, with hope... and love, burning - the exact reflection... of what he was feeling;
She felt it, too.
Sam's breath escaped in a soft whisper, meeting with his own, mingling, frosting together with it... and yet before it disappeared completely they both exhaled again, warming the air once more, keeping it ever frosted.
There were snowflakes in her hair, on her eyelids, eyelashes... on her lips even as another soft breath escaped past them, in time with his, so that the frost stayed...
And Danny kissed her, gently, breathing warmly down her throat as Sam pressed against him, the cold snow on her lips slowly melting, giving way to welding warmth against his as all gap was closed between them and their breaths merged as one.
For as long as it stayed that way... perhaps nothing did need to be said after all...
For once I took out all speech from it -grins. So, how was it for a change? Drop a review if you please, and hope you guys liked.
Danny and Sam (c) Butch Hartman.
