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Sadness feels both constant, and chaotic
And that’s what makes it so beautifully addicting.
(J)
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Snow Day…
Inspired by this ask by @princessstevens
Recommended Listening: I Enjoy You by Louis York
“I always hear you coming, you know.”
Bella shifted to the right of the stairs without looking up from the steaming mug of cocoa in her mitten covered hands. The rising heat fogged her glasses ever so slightly and she leaned back to give them a moment to clear. Braced between her feet was a second mug. Beneath its lid swirled a potent brew of chicory coffee with hints of local honey, M’Baku’s favorite.
Her neighbor was a creature of a habit and simplicity just as she was. Snowy days always found her perched on her front steps training her ears to pick up the soft sounds of the world trying to dig itself out from the drifts. She enjoyed the muted sounds of birds among the wind and the lilt of voices in the distance carrying between the peaks and down into the valley only to rise again in laughter and squeals of delight. Those moments, sometimes captured between dawn and dusk depending on her schedule, never failed to soothe her. Bella could say with almost one percent certainty it did the same for the man now rounding the large band of fir trees at the shared property line of their homes.
“How?” he queried as he took the space she’d made for him. He gifted her with a gap-toothed smile as she slid the still warm mug into his hands and waited for him to take the first sip. His eyes closed as he savored the taste. “How you manage to make this perfectly each time amazes me.”
Bella chuckled and sipped the rich chocolate in her cup. “Call it a skill. And I always know you’re coming because you’re predictable. Besides that you aren’t exactly small or quiet.”
M’Baku scoffed and shot her a comically fake hurt look. “I beg your pardon? Shall I remind you once more of my prowess on the battlefield?”
“With your grunts and clubbing stick?” she joked, knowing feigning ignorance of the weapon’s actual name would amuse and rile him at the same time. “Real subtle. Panther-like even!”
The faux gasp from the man beside her set them both into a fit of laughter, one that lasted until Bella was wiping tears from her eyes and accidentally sloshing the contents of her cup onto her hand. She stripped away the wool as her giggles subsided and licked a drop of the rich liquid from her now exposed skin. When she looked up, M’Baku’s gaze was locked onto her. He was worrying his bottom lip between his teeth and looked deep in contemplation.
“You okay?” Why her voice had thickened Bella didn’t know. She blinked a few times to clear her head.
M’Baku shook his head as if trying to do the same. “Yea. I’m good.”
He bumped his shoulder into hers. “So, I never asked you why you’re always out here whenever it snows. You don’t want to be inside warming next to the fire?”
Bella broke her gaze away from his face and swept her eyes up and down the quiet street. In the distance she could make out the figure of one of the elders and raised her hand in greeting. The woman returned the gesture and continued on her way.
“It’s peaceful. I like how everything is muted, like the world is slumbering.” She leaned forward to place the nearly empty mug on the step between them and then balanced her elbows on her knees. She focused her eyes out into the distance, taking in the mountains and snow that fell quietly from the sky and blanketed everything around them.
M’Baku hummed his agreement next to her.
“It’s like all the hustle and bustle of our lives gets slowed down to quarter time. We have to really navigate the world, actually enjoy the lives we have.”
“That’s wildly romantic,” he ribbed. “But I understand it.”
“Is it romantic? I think it’s a nice way of saying to savor everything in front of you.”
The words had barely left her lips before M’Baku leaned closer to her. He looked at her quizzically for a moment. “And have you been savored?”
Bella didn’t know how to form words so instead she shook her head yes.
M’Baku moved slowly, but for Bella it felt as if the world had sped to double speed because before she knew it his lips were pressed to hers softly. She heard the clink of his cup hitting the concrete step and then noise of appreciation he made as he slipped in to taste the cocoa lingering on her tongue before pulling away.
“Like that?”
“But certainly not like that,” she stammered with the taste of honey and chocolate still on her lips.
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