indilee
Remember remember the fifth of November; where snowfall erupts into firefights and the screams of those that are dying barely reach ears that care.
She was already screaming; the torrent of howling unstoppable in her grief. He could understand her loss, truly he could - but he really just wanted to pop her in the mouth for it. It wasn't so bad, really. When one died, one could be brought back, just as easily. The magics allowed for it.
Now if only he could get her to shut the hell up and focus before they lost everything.
The ice cream was delicious; to her it was the best kind of ice cream on the planet. One lick and she was hooked, even back then, when she first had it as a child. It was love at first taste. Just like it had been when she had first laid eyes on him.
She was madly in love with him, though too afraid to put it into words.