not here

“H-Huh?” She blinks once before it hits her and quite literally. The cold snow sinks in the fabric it hits and she’s quick to show she’s not exactly happy with the surprise. Without another word, she scoops up snow with a glint in her eye. He was so going to get it now. 

“C-CRAP!”

He did not need to hear the huntress’ warning as his legs started to run to a safe place to hide from her upcoming rage.

“I SWEAR I WAS JUST TEASING YOU! COME ON!”

Huh?

The words never come as he redirects her towards a sight that causes her to forget what was just said. Snowfall was one thing they dealt with yearly, but seeing smiling children was something she’d never forget. It’s the one thing that’s able to melt away her problems and leave her with a genuine smile. 

“They look so happy!” 

That feeling is shared and made clear as she gives his hand a squeeze, overjoyed by the rareness of the sight. With how many people struggled, it gave her hope to continue on when she saw happiness like that still existed. Much like her own. 

The hunter cannot let what happened in the past blur what is happening right now-- in front of him. Even if he was the only one who survived, it got to have a meaning. God forgave him and grant her another life? sure whatever float anyone’s boat.

Now, he got people to protect and call...family. With whatever remaining seconds of his life, he would stay by them, protect them and cherish everything.

“Yeah...kind of making me want to...”

Zephyr crouch down and before the blonde knows it, he already balled a snowball and threw it at her. If this going to get him a jail time with no food and water later when they get back home then...yolo?

“Here’s to another year together. Oh, and…our first year together like…this.” She looked down at their hands and soon caught herself smiling. That was something new, that was for sure. 

“Well, everyone is already gossiping; especially the ladies around here heh..”

This whole thing is a dream-like for the hunter. Who could say that the murderer of the Crank cemetery massacre would be allowed to enjoy this kind of blessing. Being alongside with someone who cherish and . . . love. Perhaps, couple months ago he would not believe that he will get to live this feeling. Being loved not being hated, being cared for and not being waiting to be killed... People wishes for him to die for his sins, yet she keeps holding his hand..telling him to live on; make amends for his mistakes. True, that he cannot resurrect the dead or he would have already brought his sister back, but he surely can do good until he die, with her help.

“Look..”

He points over to the horizon. The snowflakes keep on falling painting a splendid picture. Houses covered with the a white layers of snow as children dances around. Children . . .

I’ll generate a number 1-12 to determine where they touch them.

“Don’t get me wrong, I agree with you! Heehee.” One last laugh couldn’t hurt, right?

“But uh…What else is it that you’re trying to say?” 

For heavens. The blonde can be a troll sometimes. Pouting for a bit, Zephyr cleared his throat and tried again.

“You know since it’s snowing and--uh everything is beautiful...”

a pause to look her in the eyes.

“You’re my star. I don’t give a rat damn ass about my own star from the sky because . . “

He steps closer and holds her hand.

“You don’t have to tell me that, you know.” His following footsteps are all she needs to look back in front of her. The snow still falling down was something. Something that brought her back. 

“ . . over a year..huh.”

It still baffles him how did she survived living with these ruffians. Though, a big thank to her that the two somehow stepped up their game and started paying attention to things around them--well mostly speaking about the younger male.

“Our lucky star fell from the sky that day.”

Really...she is their lucky star.

“All right, just be careful.”

I MEAN I LOVE MY PARTNERS ARE ON HERE BUT I FEEL LIKE SOMETHIN is missin when they aren’t around

*INCOHERENT HUMAN YELLING*

“H-heeey! I get it you are excited but slow down or we will sli--AAA~!!”

      We’re not perfect

                             but

                                      when you need us

                                                                 our swords speak louder