<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursday, January 9th - 3:20 AM</strong></span><br/><em>Tree Swing &gt; Outside Front Door</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/14/be/44/14be4445184d65863579f9e31ce34df1.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Yellow raincoat (pictured), grey sweatpants, white sneakers<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Obliging a late night request<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>Moderate frostbite<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Kaine | CLOSED<br/><hr/>“I…” Marley wasn’t sure what to say next, or how to keep defending herself. It was kind of incredible watching the six foot six muscular man just stride through inch after inch of solid, compact snow. Sometimes, she forgot how<em>powerful</em>her family was. But then those same muscles raised a fairly large sized snowball in front of her and Marley froze.<em>It would hurt.</em>If he stuffed that down her raincoat, against her bare skin, it would hurt.<br/><br/>Suddenly, instead of being hurt, she was being picked up. Kaine wasn’t warm, as the cold weather was starting to affect him too,<em>thankfully</em>, but he was certainly better than a snowbank. “I can handle it,” Marley protested, but the delicate bones in her ears ached from the cold. “I’ll be fine,” she continued as he carried her back to the front door of their house. Her purple hands fell limply at her sides, brushing against his hips. Part of her was glad it she was so cold, and that the frostbite had set in, just so he couldn’t feel her heart stammering underneath her yellow raincoat. It had been... awhile, since she had been in Kaine's embrace.<br/><br/>“I always am,” Marley appended, continuing to refer to her own powers. Even if she died because of hypothermia in a snowstorm, she would come back. “Kaine…” she tried again, saying his name as a light growl this time. Her blue eyes gazed down into his face fiercely. It had thrown her off when he was playful. But now… was their play over again? “This is a truce,” she winced as she opened both of her purple hands and placed them on either sides of his smiling cheeks, to make sure he understood that he had not claimed victory in their snowball fight. “It is a temporary truce.” This time, she could see her breath in the frigid night air as she spoke. “We’re only stopping the snowball fight because we both feel…” she paused, and dropped her icy hands from his cheeks as she involuntarily shivered against him, wrapped in his big arms.<br/><br/><em>What did they feel? Was it the same thing?</em>Because he had not told her what<em>he</em>had felt when he left, or asked what<em>she</em>had felt when he decided to fight a war that<em>he</em>could have easily died in. “Kaine…” Marley said his name once more, this time softer, her blue eyes still intensely on his hazel ones. “You... You made it snow for me.” He had to realize<em>that</em>, at least.