Sit still in the cold of february
“Waaaaaayne,” Baeve groggily moaned, turning to face her fiance, “Waaayne..”
Her eyes cracked open, she could barely make out his sleeping face. He must have had a really busy day yesterday, seeing as how he was still unconscious. She opened her eyes a bit more to see him shiver. Questioning the reality in front of her, Baeve wondered why her love would be shivering when their down comforter was–oh. She had kicked it off.
Pulling herself up from her oh so comfortable position, she was hit with the sudden shock of cold.
Fuck, it's February.
She snapped her arm out to grab the huge blanket, then pulled it up and over her fiance and herself. With this motion, Daddy stirred.
“Baby, what are you doing?” His voice was music to her ears, especially when he sounded as cute as he did right now; all sleepy and hoarse.
“Don’t worry about it, cutie. Cuddle me.” She pushed herself into his arms and he wrapped them around her. She tangled her legs in his and they lay still once again.
“Hey.. I love you.”
“I love you too. I love you too.”
Hold my hand in the cemetery and you’ll be safe
Not a sound could be heard, the two lovers sat in silence. Around them a vast, vast field with multiple grave markers. The sky was an overcast silver, too bright to look at, but not sunny. The bench they were on overlooking the cemetery was made of stone. It was old.
“This is so… peaceful.”
“Yeah, it is.”
And with that, the two went back to watching the huge landscape in front of them, holding hands like they were holding on to each other's souls.