Mordred had never seen snow before. But it was snowing now, and it had been for the past three hours, and it hadn’t stopped. And he hadn’t stopped watching it either, his face pressed up against the glass, eyes wide.
There was a clatter of crockery, as the smell of coffee wafted from the kitchen.
“Mordred, are you going to stay there all day?”
Mordred didn’t answer, just nodded. It was soothing, the way it fell from the sky so soft and gentle and undeniably beautiful.
“We can go out in it, if you want.”
A hand was on his neck, gently teasing the curl at the base of his skull. He could feel Merlin’s lips at his ear, his breath tickling the hollow.
He smiled, closing his eyes slightly. “I’d like that.”
Merlin nuzzled closer, fingers replaced by lips. “It’ll be cold. You know how you get in the cold. We’ll have to wrap you up in layers and layers and layers.”
The snow outside didn’t look cold.
“You’ll have to stay close to me,” Merlin repeated, arms snaking around Mordred’s waist. Mordred leaned backwards despite himself, arching towards the warmth.”I suppose that wouldn’t be so bad.”
Merlin rested his head on Mordred’s shoulder, pulling the man closer. “I’d like that.”
Mordred finally pulled his eyes away from the snow, closing them completely.
“So would I.”