* ━ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ‘ you’re my little snow angel. ’❛ i’m quite a bit taller than you. ❜ true , but futile. their notable difference in height does nothing to quell her ability to pull him around. he’s not happy to leave the steady warmth of indoors in favor of the freezing cold. what would be flat out refusal otherwise , though , has melted into half hearted reluctance in her presence. certainly not for the first time , likely not the last.
the loss of her hand in his isn’t unexpected , nor should be the ball of snow that soon smacks into shoulder. he jolts , though. offhandedly brushes off the spot on jacket. ❛ why do you insist on doing this ? ❜ it’s not their first winter together. better yet , why does he continue to let her ? perhaps , not a question worth asking. ❛ it’s such a great deal nicer inside. ❜
* featuring : @heartlikegold as 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧 .
betty can’t help but grin. the fear of looking stupid has no hold over her –– in her yarn ball-beanie and marshmallow-like puffy jacket she’s so in her element. even more so if she could take off the jacket without shivering; the garishly bright green and red santa sweater she has on beneath is a heck of a sight to behold. and she knows she stands out here, among the ritzy and the glamorous, but she’s promised herself she wouldn’t let any of the insecurity in. theo likes her and that should be more than enough.
❝ it is nice inside, ❞ she relents, but she’s already leaning down to pick fresh powder from beside their feat. this time, she lets it drizzle like kinetic sand over theo’s head. ❝ look, it’s snowing just on you! you’re like olaf right now, walking around with your own personal snow cloud. ❞