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In London, the snow had never been white. It hadn't snowed often but, when it had, it had been grey like ash, which made sense when, most of the time, the world had felt like it was on fire. On the island, the snow is white and thick and it's like icing on the wedding cake of a hut that her and Babe find themselves living in. Nelson's wearing tiny antler horns. It's all a little bit sickening.
For the first time in weeks, Eden wakes up and she doesn't quite hate the world.
In combat boots and a long coat with a screaming Eagle stitched on the shoulder, Eden walks down the beach, an engagement ring on one hand, someone else's wedding ring on the other.
Every step of the way, Nelson's complaining. He's yowling and growling, meowing and snarling and shaking his head. Eventually, Eden stops and just watches him for a moment. Nelson's such a vocal cat that sometimes Eden feels like she's being talked to; like she's a mother, not a pet-owner.
"What?" she asks, raising both eyebrows. "It's not like you can wear a woolie hat or something. Keep your bloody antlers on."
Which results in a fresh round of berating.
In the end, Eden bends over and gets two gloves full of snow. She takes her time shaping the perfect snowball and then she does it; she throws a snowball at her own cat.
She hasn't had this much fun in months.
For the first time in weeks, Eden wakes up and she doesn't quite hate the world.
In combat boots and a long coat with a screaming Eagle stitched on the shoulder, Eden walks down the beach, an engagement ring on one hand, someone else's wedding ring on the other.
Every step of the way, Nelson's complaining. He's yowling and growling, meowing and snarling and shaking his head. Eventually, Eden stops and just watches him for a moment. Nelson's such a vocal cat that sometimes Eden feels like she's being talked to; like she's a mother, not a pet-owner.
"What?" she asks, raising both eyebrows. "It's not like you can wear a woolie hat or something. Keep your bloody antlers on."
Which results in a fresh round of berating.
In the end, Eden bends over and gets two gloves full of snow. She takes her time shaping the perfect snowball and then she does it; she throws a snowball at her own cat.
She hasn't had this much fun in months.