[kingdom hearts] the drifts
Just realized that this never got archived anywhere, due to it being super-secret Secret Santa fic for anzila from this last Christmas at kh_drabble. So. That said, have some Leon/Aerith waff; spoilers only for Hollow Bastion's "true" name.
the drifts
(when you gonna love you as much as I do?)
"You're going to catch cold if you stay out here like this, you know."
Aerith turned, silver bracelets jingling softly against each other as she raised a hand in greeting. "I know better. I just got a little caught up here, I guess."
Leon stood on the crumbling edge of the bailey with his arms crossed, his chin tucked into his collar. He watched her silently, unwilling to break the fragile peace of the evening with any further admonishment.
Snow fell thickly, glistening like diamonds in the moonlight, blanketing the ravine trails and bluff in a heavy layer of powder. Aerith lifted her face to the sky, delighting in the sensation of snow melting on her cheeks. Perhaps it was cold, but it wasn't often one could see Hollow Bastion --no, Radiant Garden-- in such a state of utter stillness.
Wordlessly, Leon hopped down to join her on the cliff. He removed his coat and draped it over her shoulders, and she bowed her head gratefully.
"Beautiful, don't you think?" Aerith asked softly as she turned her eyes back to the horizon. Her cheeks were flushed with cold, her face framed by snow-spangled auburn bangs and thick, white fur. She smiled then, and it was like watching the sun rise -- he blinked as the wind kicked up, sending snow spinning around her furiously in a brief, violent storm.
"Absolutely," he breathed, and she did not notice that he was paying no attention to the landscape.
the drifts
(when you gonna love you as much as I do?)
"You're going to catch cold if you stay out here like this, you know."
Aerith turned, silver bracelets jingling softly against each other as she raised a hand in greeting. "I know better. I just got a little caught up here, I guess."
Leon stood on the crumbling edge of the bailey with his arms crossed, his chin tucked into his collar. He watched her silently, unwilling to break the fragile peace of the evening with any further admonishment.
Snow fell thickly, glistening like diamonds in the moonlight, blanketing the ravine trails and bluff in a heavy layer of powder. Aerith lifted her face to the sky, delighting in the sensation of snow melting on her cheeks. Perhaps it was cold, but it wasn't often one could see Hollow Bastion --no, Radiant Garden-- in such a state of utter stillness.
Wordlessly, Leon hopped down to join her on the cliff. He removed his coat and draped it over her shoulders, and she bowed her head gratefully.
"Beautiful, don't you think?" Aerith asked softly as she turned her eyes back to the horizon. Her cheeks were flushed with cold, her face framed by snow-spangled auburn bangs and thick, white fur. She smiled then, and it was like watching the sun rise -- he blinked as the wind kicked up, sending snow spinning around her furiously in a brief, violent storm.
"Absolutely," he breathed, and she did not notice that he was paying no attention to the landscape.