Characters: Cho Chang.
Location: Taking a walk.
Date: December 2nd, 1999
Status/Warning: Closed
Summary: Thoughts.
Completion: Complete.
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It was a game now, to pretend their arms were a match--
Often Cho found herself holding the one tightly to her side -- the mirror of his -- as though it were cursed to be bent like a bird's wing, useless in the wool sleeve of her jacket. As if she were cursed. Sometimes her fingers looked as if they didn't belong to her, and the movement of their closing around this or that thing was disorienting in the most sincere of ways.
There were some moments Cho felt so consumed by tenderness she thought she might die, or at least stand out in the snow a little longer. It had been years since these thoughts troubled her.
Not in such sterile lights.
During the day she felt no anxiety at all, staying out a little past the end of rehearsal. She found that it was soothing to her, the slower walk; she thought she looked a pretty picture bundled up for winter, and besides it was nice(ish) out, with slow fat snowflakes to kiss her eyelids--
Like you do, she thought. Percy.
She opened her mouth to kiss back.