Because waiting means forgetting. And after 14 hours of sleep today from B letting me "sleep in", I had tons to share. Then the day kicked in for everything I hadn't gotten done so now I'm just getting back to you. And not with much.
Something with an old pistol. BI or BL initials on it. Stock and grip were a bit funky. Just larger than they should have been.
I was a princess of both Spring and Winter. I apparently did not want to be both, but had no choice. At one point a Knight of Spring managed to get into the Winter court and thinking we had managed to outwit the guards, he took my hand to speak with me and as he did, the white ice upon my skin began to melt and I turned a beautiful bronze. It started at my fingertips where he held them and worked up through my whole body until I stood there not in a gluten of white and ice, but one of green and brown forest colors and flowers in my hair. As soon as he let go, the warmth left me and the cold ice returned to my skin with the white gown.
Being stuck between two worlds always sucks, but sometimes you have to accept your fate to keep the balance.
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