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[scorsoneamelia]

It’s snowing out and scout and Amelia force link outside to make a snowman and then they have hot chocolate and all of that

AH!!! you don't even understand how excited i was to write this one!!!!!! thanks for this prompt!

AND AHHH i posted twice in one day?! that’s craaaazy.

i felt like making this post much more appealing to the eye and i added an amelink photo because my heart is so warm for them 🥺

             Snow made the world seem more quiet; more muffled, like it there was a thick blanket covering Earth’s surface. Crystals landing on top of the tree branches and bushes, freezing the leaves slightly making the world look so much more beautiful. A fresh snowfall always hit differently, always leaving a warm feeling in your chest and the prescriptive of the world changes. It was covering the roads and sidewalks, as well as the grass and the outside was completely white. So white that it was almost too bright, enough to make you squint and wonder if sunglasses for the snow were a real thing.

             There was a large snowfall overnight, so much snow that the cars were completely covered and Amelia might get buried, Link thinks, and Amelia disagrees because she’s not that short. The temperature dropped very low which resulted in the edges of the windows outside to frost over, the inside of the house being colder than usual and that’s probably why Amelia was throwing one of Link’s oversized sweaters over her head. She knew she was drowning in it, but the fact that it was much larger than any of her clothes and it was more comfortable, she was going to wear it anyways because it was also warmer.

             It was their day off, and Link would never agree with what she had planned for the day but it was snowing and Amelia wanted to make sure everyone knew that. The crystals falling from the sky were larger than usual, almost resembling hail although it was snow and it was adding more feet onto the pile of snow that was already covering the ground. 

            “It’s a wonderful day,” Amelia hummed while entering the living room where she was met with Link and Scout, who was busy playing with his toys on the floor. “It’s snowing.” 

             “It has been all week,” Link pointed out, his eyes glancing up to Amelia who stood in front of him, her smile so big that it even reached her eyes. “It’s cold.”

              “So,” she threw her arms in the air, a soft squeal leaving her lips. “Bundle up! We’re going outside!” 

              His eyes locked on hers now, his eyebrows furrowed together because he thought that was insane. “Amelia, it’s freezing out there.” But she ignored him, placing her hands underneath Scout’s arm pits and lifting him from the ground, resting him on her hip. 

            “Scout, what do you think about building a snowman?” It didn’t take much for Scout to get excited, but this time, his jaw dropped and his blue eyes lit up and he was cheering. It was his fourth winter and he has learned to love the snow, something he obviously got from Amelia and not Link.

            Before Link could interject, Amelia was already dressing Scout into warmer clothes, slipping mittens onto his hands and a hat, along with a pair of winter boots. Despite the layers and layers of clothes she had already put on him, she put a scarf around his neck to make sure he was warm. 

           After dressing him, she dressed herself throwing on a winter jacket overtop of the oversized sweater and warming her hands with a pair of gloves. Link watched her in awe as she struggled to put the gloves on, as if it was the most difficult task and she could barely move because of the winter coat and very baggy sweater that she was wearing. She put a beanie-like hat on her head, a fuzz ball sitting at the top that bounced whenever she moved. 

            “Link, c’mon.” She begged, grasping her mitten covered hands together. “It’s snowing.” She said again as if he had forgotten. 

             Impatiently, Amelia waited for Link, leaning against the door with her arms crossed while occasionally letting out an impatient huff as if she was waiting forever. “You know, I’m not a very big fan of the snow.” He commented, putting his own gloves on. “Every year, the winters get colder and the summer’s get hotter,” Amelia knew what was coming next. “I’m not afraid of anything except for climate change--”

           “Are you done?” She interrupted, her eyebrows raised and even Scout too, was leaning against the door with his arms crossed over his chest. Link would call them dramatic, but he was in awe when he looked at her cause the hat was clearly too big for her head and even trying to cross her arms was impossible. And he couldn’t say anything to Scout because he was doing the same thing as his mom, a scowl on his face. 

            The door was being pulled open and the two of them had to squint, waiting for their eyes to adjust to the sun rays reflecting off of the snow, hitting their eyes at an angle that could have blinded them. They could see their breath when they breathed out and Link was already shivering as if it was that cold. 

            Scout was already starting, making a small snowball and rolling it into the snow to make it bigger. Ignoring Link’s shivers, Amelia joined her son and soon after so was Link. 

            Their snowman was big; tall, at least taller than her. Link could reach the head and although Scout and Amelia couldn’t, Link could so that means she was going to come up to the snowmans shoulder. (or what was supposed to be a shoulder)

            Somewhere between building a snowman and the two of them bickering about the fact that she couldn’t reach, a snowball fight broke out because Scout said so. The snow was soft, not too hard or wet ,but the both of them made sure to gently throw the snowballs at Scout, maybe a bit harder at each other. There were continuous giggles falling out of Scout’s mouth, which was only causing Amelia to laugh as well. There was a light in Link’s eyes, the same light that was there when he looked at her, the same light he had when he told her he loved her for the first time, the same light that made her fall in love with him. A light that made her feel special, his eyes sparkled and he looked at her like she was his world. (and to Link, she was his world.)

           She fell back, a sigh escaping her lips, with her back laying flat on the snow and she looked up at the sky, soft snowflakes landing on her face, wetting it slightly. Link joined her, laying flat on his back as well but instead of looking at the sky, he was looking at her. White snowflakes were dotting her dark brown hair, some of them landing on her eyelashes and there was a soft smile on her lips. Her chest was slowly rising and falling, and his hand was reaching for hers.

           Her eyes moved away from the sky and she turned her head to look at him, her blue eyes looking brighter against the white world around her and her eyelashes were wet. “You’re so beautiful,” and her eyes lit up as well, her smile growing bigger.

            “I’m in love with you.” She breathed, the sparkle in her eyes brighter than usual and she was smiling with her mouth closed, a dimple forming on her cheek.

            “I’m pretty madly in love with you.” He said back, the snowflakes were getting bigger and now her hair was almost white, but it was also soaked. Leaning over slightly, their lips were connected and his lips were soft, not as soft as hers were though. Link thinks she’s the only one he’s ever truly been in love with.

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             Their snowman eventually ended up tipping over, the head and arms falling off in the process. Link was upset, saying it was a waste of time and he almost froze to death for it to end up just falling over, Amelia thinks he’s dramatic now. He kept whining about the cold so Amelia took the initiative to make hot chocolate for the three of them, Scout noticing before Link did.

             Scout and Link’s cheeks were rosy, and Link kept sniffling because the cold made his nose runny. Her body felt numb from being outside in the cold, the now warm fireplace heating up her body. Her hands gripped around the cup as she lifted it to her lips to take a sip.

            “Winter has got to be the worst season,” Link said, drinking his hot chocolate as well and Amelia was rolling her eyes. “It’s wet and it’s cold and-“

             “And it’s fun!” Scout interrupted, earning a loud laugh from Amelia because he wasn’t wrong, it was fun.

              “Don’t be such a grinch.” She mocked, a smile eating away at Link’s face. Amelia thinks this night was perfect—- hot chocolate, snow, her two favorite people; she didn’t need anything else. She was content.

               It was snowing harder this time, the sun was starting to set and the moon was peaking it’s way into the sky. Amelia thought the snow looked prettier in the moonlight rather than the sunlight, but Link disagrees.

             She was the most beautiful.