One Day
· • ❅ • · ❆ · • ❅ • · Eris Vanserra x Lumi (OC)
summary: Eris x Lumi fluff
note: I used to live in Finland, so the cold, dark months of winter are deep ingrained in me. So much so that I know miss it so much, my heart could break. Finland is also the reason why I chose to use Finnish names and words in this fiction.
translation:
Lumi - snow
Korvapuusti - cinnamon rolls
Glöggi - mulled wine
The ice cold wind was blowing around her as she made her way to the border. The border between the Autumn and the Winter Court. Her eye lashes were already frozen, and her hair would’ve been too, if it weren’t for the warm, fluffy hood she was wearing.
Since 200 years she and her mate would meet up once a month here. Always the same spot, as that’s the only place where they can be together. A place guarded by a spell. A spell that hides the two of them. For everyone it would just look like what it is: The border. They had build a cabin here. A cabin no one new about. A cabin where they can be together. A cabin that would hide both of them and wouldn’t alarm any border control on what is going on.
200 years. Yet her mate and she hadn’t completed the mating bond yet. Too afraid of his father and the consequences if they would. Too afraid their love could destroy them if the truth would surface. Too afraid their fragile love could break into a million pieces.
She made her way through the thick snow. She, herself, covered in snow. The snow storm making it nearly impossible to see anything. But after two centuries she knows the path by heart. From the distance she can make out the faint lights coming from their cabin. Her frozen heart starts melting at the thought of her mate waiting for her. Being cuddled in with him. Smelling him. Feeling him.
As soon as she opens the door she is being hit by the so familiar scent: warm apple, cinnamon and cider. Her mate, clothed in his typical Autumn Court attire, walks over to her and before she’s even got the chance to take of her coat, he’s already got her wrapped tightly in his arms. Inhaling her scent: fresh snow, frozen winterberries and pine tree.
“I’ve missed you.” He says. His eyes entirely focused on hers.
“I’ve missed you, too.”
As the gentleman he his, he removes her cloak and hangs it up to dry. Then he guides her over to their couch, where he already prepared everything: Glöggi, warm mixed berries crumble with vanilla custard and one giant fluffy throw. He hands her a drink before taking his own.
“To us. To 200 years of love. I love you.”
“And I love you.”
They cheers and have a drink, before getting comfortable on the sofa. No one dares to talk as they just want to enjoy the few precious hours they’ve got together.
She nestles herself on his lap, her head resting on his chest. Arms around him. His hand wander across her arms and back. Drawing calming patterns.
“Are you going?”
“Where?”
“Amarantha.”
“I guess I have to. Kallias received the invitation. We both have to go.”
“Me, too. Beron forces me.”
“We have to treat carefully then. With all those eyes surrounding us.”
“I know, my little snowflake, I know.” He then kisses her forehead. Feeling how fast her heart beats. Neither of them wants to give up their privacy, their secret. At least not until his father is dead and he will be the new High Lord of Autumn.
They both hold each other as tightly as they can. Always being afraid someone could rip them apart. Always afraid the other one wouldn’t be part of their lives anymore.
“Eris?”
“Mmh?”
“Do you miss anything?”
“What do you mean, Lumi?”
“Like intimacy? Us being united in more ways than just this?”
“No.” He’s shaking his head. Looking down at her. Her white hair braided, hanging down her back up to the small of her back. Her pale skin. White eye lashes. Those ice blue eyes that he loves so much and sees in his dreams at night.
“Do you, my little snowflake?”
“Sometimes. I just wish we could be like all other mates. Not needing to hide. Not wearing a mask when with other. Not openly hating you when other are around.”
She looks up at him. His read hair flowing down over his shoulders, down to his chest. The freckles in his face. She memorised each and every one of them. His amber eyes, that glow like flames. The perfect curve of his nose. His mouth.
Both know that they can smell each others arousal, but don’t dare to act on it. As far as intimacy goes they’ve only pleasured each other with their mouths, hands. Never the full deal. Always making sure to scrub themselves clean so no scent of the other would remain.
She sits up, cups his cheeks in her hands, her nose and forehead touching his. Her eyes closing. His hands hold her waist tightly.
“Promise me, that one day it will be you and me, together.”
“I promise you, my snowflake.”
