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Drabble - Sweeter Than A Snowy Kiss - AmanZen
By: Mascii Date: June 11, 2013, 10:55 am
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[quote]Mistletoe: Our characters will share a kiss under the
mistletoe. (Amanzen)
theprinceandthepalmer[/quote]
“Corzen, where are we going?” Amane giggled, pushing through the
recent snowfall to trail behind him. Corzen’s boots left long
trenches behind him, and Amane tried to step as wide as he did,
placing her much tinier shoe in the footprint he left behind.
“You’ll see, Lady Amane,” he promised over his shoulder, slowing
down so that she could catch up. Their path curled and twisted
around patches of dry ground, shivering tree limbs and
evergreen. It was going to be Christmas soon, and Amane couldn’t
be more excited. The taste of peppermint still lingered in their
mouths, a treat from the Whites before going out for their
little adventure in the woods near his house. She liked the
Whites a lot. They were really sweet, especially to each other.
It made Amane think that having two dads wasn’t so bad after
all, even if they hadn’t raised Corzen themselves.
“Good Hours,” Corzen said suddenly, over his shoulder, making
her laugh at the seemingly random words.
“W-what?”
He paused, looking back at her, a little smile on his face as
his eyes met hers quite definitively. She liked that Corzen
always seemed to know exactly what he wanted, without hesitation
or holding back.
“I had for my winter evening walk -
No one at all with whom to talk
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow…”
Amane smiled, her hand lifting to cover the mirth that spilled
out of her lips like little raindrops. Corzen laughed as well,
sensing the slight silliness of their conversation and flushing
at it, but continuing nonetheless.
“And I thought I had the folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
Of youthful forms and youthful faces.”
He reached out and took her gloved hand in his naked one, his
reddened fingers interlacing in between the white kid-gloves and
pulling her after him through the woods. The snow was crunching
beneath their feet, and Amane’s tennis shoes didn’t serve well
at all in keeping the cold and damp away from her socks.
“That’s Robert Frost, isn’t it?” she breathed, as they ducked
under a low-hanging branch and entered in a sort of small
clearing. The ground here was lower, so the snowdrifts came
almost to their knees. Amane slipped on the slope, and Corzen
caught her other hand, guiding her down ever so carefully. She
joined him in his recitation, her voice just a little quieter
than his as she beamed at him.
“I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no cottages found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.”
She just giggled, taken by both shoulders in Corzen’s grasp as
he placed her facing the clearing.
“Close your eyes,” he said, still holding onto her shoulders.
“W-why?” she managed through her laughter, a flush rising to her
cheeks as she did as she was told, “What are we doing here,
Corzen?”
“You’ll see,” was all he answered, sneaking behind her and
reaching into the hollow knot in a tree just a few feet away,
retrieving a colorfully wrapped package that had been sitting
between some plastic bags to keep it dry. Amane smiled, her eyes
still shut. Did he realize that she could hear his footsteps in
the snow anyways? She figured he just liked the mystery of her
waiting there with her eyes shut. Oh, well. She liked it too, in
all honesty.
“Over the snow my creaking feet
Disturbed the slumbering village street
Like profanation, by your leave,
At ten o’clock of a winter eve.”
His voice was in front of her now, and she couldn’t keep the
smile off her face.
“Now?” she begged.
“Now,” he conceded, and she opened her eyes and eagerly took the
present from him, unwrapping the little package with glee.
Inside was a framed charcoal drawing he had done of her, long
hair seeming to flow off the page and her eyes shimmering off
the page in such a way that made her unable to stop staring
back. Corzen, meanwhile, was watching her reaction carefully, a
little concerned about her silence, shifting his weight from
foot to foot, trying to warm his hands. “Do you like it?”
“Oh, Corzen, it’s beautiful!” she squealed, jumping forward to
throw herself at him, her arms circling his neck, nearly
knocking him over. She was very, very careful, however, not to
put the drawing in danger.
“There’s more, you know,” he pointed out, watching her reach
into the packaging and pull out a small velvet case, about as
long and wide as her finger, and short. She sent him a little
questioning smirk, then opened it with a gasp. Inside lay a
little golden comb, the design at the top like the braids of a
vine, the leaves shimmering yellow despite the slight gloom of
the snowy afternoon, three little groupings of holly berries
created from purplish pink gems shining as hard as they could.
“Oh my goodness, Corzen,” she said, looking up at him with her
throat suddenly constricting. “Thank you…”
“It reminded me of you,” he said, reaching out to take a hold of
her long, brown curls that almost reached down to her waist.
Amane surprised him with another embrace, this time holding on
and refusing to let go for almost a full minute. When she pulled
away, she was wiping tears from her eyes. Instantly, she slipped
the comb into her hair, sending him a smile as he gave his nod
of approval.
“Now for your present!” she said, jumping up and down. She
dropped her backpack to the ground, pulling out a rather
crumpled package. The wrapping paper had tiny cartoon reindeer
on it, and she held it out to him proudly. “It took forever!”
she exclaimed with a laugh.
He pulled out from the package a handknit sweater of a slight
off-white shade. He held it up, revealing its intricate pattern
of cables and ridges all the way across its front, and he could
tell it was hand-made to fit him perfectly – she had already
done the measurements four times, just to make sure. “Thank you,
Amane,” he said with a soft smile, “It’s perfect…Mostly because
you made it just for me.” He wouldn’t say it aloud, but he was
touched, and Amane could see it on his face.
“Well, you deserve to have something made just for you,” she
said with a smile, moving to give him a playful shove, but
ending up leaning against his shoulder instead. “I’m glad you
like it. But I wished I could have given you a surprise…” She
looked up into the trees ahead, a little smile coming to her
face. Her mouth dropped open in happy surprise, and she looked
over at Corzen, who glanced skyward to try and figure out what
she was looking at. He saw nothing that stood out, but Amane
began to jump up and down, giggling and clutching his arm.
“Do you see that? Oh my God, do you see it?” She pointed upwards
frantically, as though it had started to rain gumdrops.
“See what?!”
“That! That clump of leaves up there, do you know what that is?”
She held a hand across her brow as though in salute, in order to
shield her eyes as she took a closer look, the laughter never
leaving her face, “It’s mistletoe!”
“W-what?”
“I get to give you a Christmas surprise after all!” She turned
to him, clutching his sleeve as though he would try to slip
away. Finally starting to calm, she sent him a smile, “You have
to kiss me. It’s the rules. You can’t break tradition, Corzen.
And trust me, I know plants!”
“We-well,” he said slowly, a flush coming to his cheeks that was
more than just from the cold, “ I wouldn’t want to break a
tradi-”
Amane cut him off, taking hold of his upper arms and pulling him
down to her height until she could reach his lips with her own,
standing on tip-toe in the snowdrift. She could feel his hot
breath on her face, and they stayed like that for quite awhile.
She was glad that she could be here, standing in the snow
kissing Corzen. In all the things that had gone wrong in their
lives, she felt like this, they could share simply and without
regret. With his voice reciting poetry in her head like a
distant echo, she let out a little giggle mid-kiss that tickled
and caused her to break away grinning mischievously. Amane fell
forward against him, resting her head on his shoulder and
beaming up at him.
“It’s a good tradition,” she declared, as they headed back
breathlessly toward the house.
“I…I have to agree…” Corzen added, seeming in a slight daze.
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