#wintense

You've taught me what being close to someone really means. I'll cherish that forever. ...and for the first time in my life, I'm truly happy. 

"I… yes." His arms trembled for a moment, as if they were deciding to let her go or not. They did not.

"Danse…" she croaked. "I would've come back."

Winter risked a glance at his face. Danse was flushed, and it looked damn good on him. His eyes, so warm as the golden sunlight reflecting in them, revealed a myriad of emotions playing catch with one another. 

Winter felt her stomach churn into a knot. She knew this gaze. Nate flashed it at her all the time.

Danse wetted his lips, a motion that drew Winter's attention to them. They were full and slightly parted. 

It would be so easy to kiss him now, Winter mused. She wanted to do just that, she wanted to throw her caution to the wind and tell him how much she liked him, but she tore her glance away, back to his eyes instead. A millisecond later she wished she didn't. The look he gave her made her knees weak and she sucked in a sharp breath.

As if he was having the same idea, Danse glanced at her lips, and Winter realized, her mouth was slightly ajar, too.

Danse tightened his hold on her, something she thought was impossible given how much he was already squeezing her and tilted his head a bit, and she did the same unthinking. 

New hair!

I headcanon that once all the storms settle in Danse and Winter’s life, and once they too, settle down, Danse encourages Winter to grow her hair long. There’s not a day passing without him complimenting her strands.