Author’s Note: Didi Oviatt has a new WIP writing prompt — the very last one of the year! Believe it or not! This month, the writing prompt is WINTER TRADITION. She wants to see your characters indulging in a winter tradition. Anything goes as long as it’s true to your character’s personality and settings.
And here is mine. Head canon: This is taking place after the whole resolution to my WIP. So, Isellta is still having issues with everything he’s gone through, which makes me feel awful for the poor thing.
Robin walked home, feeling vastly satisfied. It had been another successful hunt that hadn’t ended with him being staked.
That in itself was reason enough to put him in a good mood. But then he thought about who was waiting for him at home. His heart skipped several beats. His steps quickened until he was flat out running.
The air was cold and smelled like snow waiting to fall. It breezed past his face in frigid streaks, but he kept running until, at last, he reached their driveway.
He was home and Isellta was sitting on the front porch with a hot drink curled in between his hands. The porch light shined down on the fey.
Robin ran up the driveway and stopped in front of him. ‘Darnation! I sure hope you weren’t waitin’ out here all night.”
Isellta shook his head and looked down into his drink. His large black wings lay flat against his back.
Robin sat beside him. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh.” He took the mug away from the fey and set it on the porch. “You okay? Can I touch you?”
Robin wrapped his arm over Isellta’s shoulders. “It’s okay. I’m here.”
Isellta leaned his head against him. “It wasn’t as bad as…It’s been worse. I’ve had worse dreams, but…”
“Shh. If you ain’t wantin’ to talk about it, don’t. It’s okay.”
Isellta curled his hand on Robin’s chest. “I’m glad you’re safe.”
One of these days, I gotta find out what went down o’er there. What all did they do to him? I could ask, but he ain’t ready to talk ’bout it. I can tell he ain’t ready.
Robin kissed Isellta’s head, which caused the fey’s wings to flap. He smiled into Isellta’s soft blond hair. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
They sat like that for several minutes. Neither wanted to let the other go. Robin kissed his head again. “Got good news for you. It’s gonna snow tonight.”
Isellta raised his head. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Plenty sure. The air smells like snow.”
“Can we stay up and wait for the first snow?” He lowered his gaze. “I know it seems like a silly thing to do. Maybe you don’t want to do it with me. I’d understand. But it was a big winter tradition in my schie a kehn. As soon as the temperatures changed to where you just know it has to snow, everyone would go outside and wait for it. There would be a big celebration afterwards.”
“Huh. I thought you fey would get more excited about Spring comin’.”
Isellta blinked quickly and tilted his head. “But Winter is a part of Spring. They are parallel lines that need each other’s existence. Without Winter, Spring loses its joy. Without Spring, Winter is an endless gray line.”
Robin smiled. “I’m guessin’ that’s true for people too.” He swept Isellta’s bangs off to the side and kissed his forehead. “Yeah, I’ll stay up all night with you and you’ll see. The first snow will fall tonight.”
“Even if it doesn’t, it doesn’t matter.” Isellta curled up closer to him. “Because I’m here with you.”