#miczariel

Zoe, tryna support her demon gf:

“Yet. The key word there was yet.” Masha has one hand on her cheek and the other on her elbow, and just looks very concerned about it. 

💗 - Deep platonic love hiding deeper romantic love

Winter was Sokol’s best season, bar none. The sharp cold in the air did him good; he was adapted for it. Even well below freezing he was comfortable in little more than a turtleneck. This time of year the city was all lit up in string lights, and when the flurries started coming down, he’d considered it the perfect night for a walk.

Which made precisely one of them. Miczariel was a child of summer and she made no effort to hide it, bundled up in what looked like half a dozen layers. But she’d still agreed to come out for pizza and a night on the town, checking out that local music festival. Sokol could never say no to spending time with her.

Especially tonight. The Christmas lights reflected in her eyes--so deep brown, when did they get that deep?--the snowflakes in her lashes, Sokol was very much not about to complain. Instead, he looked down at her and smiled, his breath catching in his throat.

💓 - in love with each other, but too shy to say so

Seeing her back in the Citadel market was like a breath of filtered air. Home and safe again. Well, maybe home was pushing it, as much as he’d like for her to think otherwise, but she was at least still alive and well. That much he could take solace in.

Sokol wound his way through the crowds, shouldering smaller War Boys and Wretched aside, until he found himself face to face with her. Smiling, he took her by the hand and squeezed.