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regimes_fall) wrote2015-10-23 01:04 am
regimes_fall) wrote2015-10-23 01:04 am
The bittersweet beneath my teeth; trying to find the in-between.
Natasha stepped through the door and into a world gone white with snow, the air bitter and biting, but as familiar on the bare skin of her face as a mother’s kiss. She blinked into a gust of wind, the spray of snow clinging to her lashes and her hair as she tipped her head up and looked around for any immediate source of danger. All was muted by the snow, and the cabin about thirty feet away had light in the windows, for all she could see no tracks surrounding.
There was danger everywhere, she wasn’t so stupid as to believe anywhere was safe until she’d checked it herself, but there was a certain element of comfort to the bite of frosty winds and the soft crunch of snow beneath her feet. Something about the whole situation that reminded her of somewhere else, and nowhere at all. Somewhere that made her want to stay, if only for a little while, to preserve that feeling.
Looking around, she left the door standing open behind her as she stepped down into the snow, which was deeper than she’d expected, and pulled the hood of her jacket up over her hair as she began to make her way toward the cabin.
There was danger everywhere, she wasn’t so stupid as to believe anywhere was safe until she’d checked it herself, but there was a certain element of comfort to the bite of frosty winds and the soft crunch of snow beneath her feet. Something about the whole situation that reminded her of somewhere else, and nowhere at all. Somewhere that made her want to stay, if only for a little while, to preserve that feeling.
Looking around, she left the door standing open behind her as she stepped down into the snow, which was deeper than she’d expected, and pulled the hood of her jacket up over her hair as she began to make her way toward the cabin.