There is frost on the ground ( Read more... )

It can be... a pair of small hands, reaching up to carefully take the hat off of his head and put it away.

ooc: This is future fic. KIND OF fluff, or, at least, it starts out as unapologetic fluff and goes way sadder later. Anya is an original character who doesn't have a journal yet. The RP of their first meeting (earlier the same day as this prompt) will be probably posted when completed.

4. "I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my ( Read more... )