Two Rivers Isle they don't rattle windows or write letters in blood.

he leans into her.

and for a moment she allows herself to lean against him. she had always heard how her parents fell in love and often saw as a child how magical a strong marriage was. of course, these two were perhaps not even close to such an idea. but together? it felt like a step in the right direction.

she brushes her own cheek against his as if to only say to him "I am here." 

it could be for a few hours, perhaps weeks. maybe even a year! or only just a day. time was fickle for some, but for iseul, she had plenty of it. and for now, she had the ability to spend it with someone she enjoyed.

a small rumble in her throat, something pleasant and quiet for only his ears. when she pulls away, she would pause to look into him and search for something within his ocean eyes, just for a moment. and when she comes to stand from her snow pile, her nose would reach out to brush against his shoulder and see if he would mirror her, or perhaps, follow her.