I don't own Blackbird. Blackbird is (C) of Shilin
Prompt: Goose bumps
A ball of packed snow hit the side of a makeshift shield.
"Come on Keritzel!" Blackbird laughed; her voice carried far through the windless night. "Come out and fight me like a man!"
Veloce held her head, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Blackbird, everyone can hear you."
"L-Let them hear me!" Blackbird hollered as a gentle breeze ran over the assassin's bare legs, forcing goose bumps to form. For a moment, a devious look flashed in her white eyes. "Hey, anything I say is heard by these villagers?"
The sorceress' eyes narrowed as she felt a chill. "Blackbird..."
"VELOCE HAS THE TIGHTEST--!"
As if the gods above were favoring the ashen-haired sorceress; a snowball conveniently smacked Blackbird in the face, shutting her up.
"I got her!" Weirin shouted triumphantly from across the bridge.
The assassin sat up and gagged at the taste of the snow. "Don't enchant the snow! It's not fair!" In a split second, the assassin tackled the sorceress, the two of them flopping unceremoniously on the snow covered cobblestone.
A moment later, a large pink snowball landed where the couple was standing.
"What did I say about enchanting them?!" Blackbird cried.
"By the Gods, it's freezing." Veloce hissed underneath her.
Quickly, Blackbird sat up, allowing the mage to catch her breath and dusted the snow off her pants. The warrior could see that Veloce wasn't prepared for the cold weather of Mother Nature striking the Maelstrom; Veloce was wearing the same clothes the night she retaliated from the King of Kronzel. The bottom of her pants was almost see-through from the melting snow. Her blacksmith's jacket was very thin; Blackbird was able to see through it when it flapped against the cold air. The paleness of Veloce's skin almost allowed the sorceress to blend in with the surrounding snow.
"Aren't you cold?"
Veloce shivered. "Not really..."
"You're not very good at lying, Visrin." Blackbird chuckled as she grasped the sorceress' cold hands. The tips of her fingers were almost red.
"You're the one to talk." Veloce mused, her eyes glancing over Blackbird's shorts.
The assassin pulled her in a instant, Veloce didn't have time to react. One moment, she found herself staring at the assassin's face, the next she was in Blackbird's arms, her chin propped against the assassin's shoulder.
Contemplating revenge from Blackbird's outburst earlier, she breathed out taking in satisfaction as she watched goose bumps prickled upon the assassin's exposed neck.
-FIN-