He could have been blind and still found her. So long ago he had felt like he was being forced to her, forced to love this girl. One day, perhaps even the day that he had found her half frozen in the Tundra snow, he realized that his life without her was drab indeed. She made the days bearable and the crown not as heavy. She made him realize it was okay to make mistakes, to be real. She steadied him. She was his foundation and when she was gone he was standing on stilts that made life so much harder. So to have found her today, found her when he had felt low, lower than he had ever felt before was a godsend.
"There you are." She says, a laugh tumbling from her lips. It pulls his own smile out, curling the corners of his lips as he finds contentment in just seeing her. His body settles against her like it has so many times before, pulling her as close as he can get. His wings shuffling over their faces, a couple of big snowflakes sneaking through the gap before he closes it back up. He smiles again as they float between their faces and can only imagine that their bodies look like snow horses with as heavy as the snow was falling down. He could feel the cool damp feeling of the snow all across his back and no doubt it was all over his wings.
He worried briefly about the Brothers of the Tundra, unable to hear or see them respond to the two if they chose too but then he realized he didn't care. Emelia was what was important. Remembering her scent and the curve of her neck, the line of her cheek and jaw....all this was more important to the stallion. Her words were a balm to his soul and all the tense muscles in his body relax.
She understood. She still loved him.
His world would be okay. Great perhaps. "Em." He says, because it's all he can say in the face of her forgiveness. He tucks his face back into her neck, his lips trailing this time along the curve of her shoulder. He holds it for a moment before shifting back to meet her eyes. "Well my love, what would you like to do?" He tilts the outside of his wings up so they can look out into the Tundra. "Should we see what we can do to help the Tundra? Or shall we escape to our own beautiful part of it and hide? Or...Both?" He says with a laugh, and doesn't care what she picks so long as she is happy.
Ianto
Nothing burns like the cold.