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[screwthejewels]

S-Stealing this from Kia too derp-- fuck yes in a writing mood.

Anyway!

Give me a prompt and I'll write you a drabble

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[screwthejewels]

"What is this called, Simon?" The young girl asked him, her polite smile and curious eyes turning to him expectantly. The young knight-in-training raised an eyebrow at first, but he smiled right back at her, eager to be able to talk to her some more. It wasn't every day he got to spend time with her alone like this, though they had been a lot more frequent lately.

"It's called snow, your highness," he told her, reaching down and scooping up a handful of it, forming it into a round shape and holding it out to her. "Before he... well anyway, my bro showed me this thing. It's called a ballsnow-- wait, no, it's called a snowball."

She took the thing out of his hand with both of hers, holding it like she had just picked up some precious jewel from a pile of coal, eyes sparkling in wonder.

"What do we do with these?" she finally asked, looking back at him.

"We throw them at each other! It's fun, see?" Simon took the ball back and tossed it at a tree, the object exploding into white dust. A light gasp came from the princess. "You can't hurt anybody with these, either. Want to try?"

"I would like that very much, Simon!" came her cheerful response, and thus, their first snowball fight ever began.

She ran ahead and he chased her, laughing. It had been a long time since he'd been this happy, and he wasn't going to give this up for anything. He finally caught up with her, and after a tumble down a hill, they just sat.

"Simon, once you get me back to father's castle, would you like to make some more ballsnows with me?"

He didn't want to tell her the truth - that he was really supposed to be scouting out the other country's territory, that the rest of the army followed behind them preparing to attack the evil king; that she was being used. Lying to her this far had been painful enough, it was moments like these past few that gave him the strength to go on.

She had already run ahead, making as many snowballs... no, ballsnows, as she could, but Simon quietly answered her all the same.

"More than anything, your highness."