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Send ღ for a first kiss between our muses.

"Bonnie, slow down!”

"You keep up, slowpoke!”

She paused long enough to stoop and scoop up a handful of snow, form it into a loose ball, and hurl it at him. He only just managed to jerk out of the line of fire; then she was running again, leaving a stream of breathless, bubbling laughter in her wake. He pursued.

"Where are we going?”

"Do you ever quit complainin’?” Another trill of laughter. “It ain’t much further.”

The path ahead veered right. For a moment, Nick lost sight of her. Then the trees thinned, and he glimpsed her shock of red hair. She’d stopped running. He took the opportunity to slow down and try and catch his breath.

"Jesus, Bonnie. Are you ever gonna tell me where- whoa.”

They stood on the precipice of an escarpment, the soft brown stone warmed by the winter sun. A river cut the gorge in two, a wide, pale trail snaking through the valley. But it was what fed the river that made him gape.

The waterfall had frozen solid, its likeness preserved in flares and fingers of glittering ice. They glittered like diamonds in the morning light. The wind swirled and eddied in the void, but the roar of the falls had been extinguished by winter’s hand.

"Pretty, ain’t it?" Bonnie’s breath came as a puff of fog when she laughed. She picked her way back to Nick and wound her fingers between his. Together, they moved to the edge of the drop. "Found it last night when I went for firewood. Thought it’d be right pretty in the mornin’."

"Jesus…"

They stood in contemplative silence for a long while, hands loosely twined.

"Close your eyes for a sec."

"What?" Nick allowed his eyes to flick toward her, confused.

"It’s a surprise. Just close your eyes."

"Bonnie…"

The protest died on his lips. He closed his eyes.

She took both his hands in hers, and he felt her take a step closer to him. Then she pressed her lips against his, the tips of their noses brushing as she kissed him.

She broke away, and when he opened his eyes, she was grinning, cheeks flushed with cold and embarrassment.

"Surprise."

"That ain’t fair. I wasn’t ready."

Their laughter came in twin columns of steam. He squeezed her hands.

[ yaaaas ilu mama kat <3 ]

[ kenny x satan is canon ]

[ i read that as ‘satan’ and i ]

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Invade my muse’s personal space! Send “you’re warm” to see my muse’s reaction to yours randomly cuddling up to them.

His breath came out in a puff of fog when he laughed, and he scooted over to make room for her on the ledge. When she settled, he tossed the blanket over her shoulders, fussing to make sure the blanket covered them both before falling still again.

"It’s better if you keep movin’. Ain’t worth it, though. There’s nothing out there tonight." Beneath the blanket, he put his palms together and rubbed them together vigorously, then groped to catch hold of hers and press her icy fingers between them.

The snow had stopped. The dregs of autumn lingered in the breeze, but it was a winter night; cold and crisp and clear. Above the trees, the sky was bright with stars.

He chuckled again, and watched the pillar of fog twist and disappear out into the dark. He squeezed Bonnie’s hand.