What am I doing? Talking to this pig, maybe… maybe… I haven’t actually given him a chance.
The thing she was remembering about the snow was the glare of Seamus’s bright blue eyes, intense and strong, knowing exactly what they wanted.
She unfolded her arms and reached her hands forward, she ran them onto Seamus’s face, weaving the splinters growing out his cheeks between her fingers, being careful not to break them off.
His skin was hot to the touch, compared to her cold hands.
She ran the hand, not laced with his splinters up the side of his face, under his dark fringe that covered his eyes, she willed to push it back.
“Wait.” He stopped her.
He reached his owns hands up to the edge of her mask.
Rosie flinched as he pulled it up. “You didn’t have it on earlier.” He commented before pulling the leather covering her face, much like Seamus’s hair did with his.
Rosie’s hand dropped from Seamus’s face, she