Fic: Enchanted - Winter Wonderland
Title: Winter Wonderland
Rating: G
Word Count: 559
Pairing (if any): Giselle/Robert
Disclaimer: These characters aren’t mine. They’re just fun to play with.
A/N: I wrote this a while ago and thought I’d revisit it, but I actually like how I left it. This is just a little snapshot of Giselle, and a little Robert, during the winter time. Enjoy!
The snow swirled in spirals, cascading down to lay a light dusting across the walkways that curved and wound their way through Central Park. The sun had fallen behind the iron giants that overpowered the skyline hours ago. Streetlamps were left to bathe any passerby in a glimmer of light. The flakes danced around the black knee-high boots of one particular pedestrian. She took her time, meandering on the walkway while others rushed by to escape from the cold. Large blue eyes turned upwards, blinking into the cold, snowflakes falling upon porcelain skin. Never being able to feel all the sensations until New York City, Giselle embraced the bitter tinge nipping at her nose.
Andalasia never had a change in season. It was always pleasant, warm, forgiving. New York City, in contrast, was cold, windy, harsh. As different as the two places were, and as much as she thought she belonged to the former, Giselle blended right in with the city, finding her place amongst the chaos. With the guiding, loving hand of Robert, she was able to settle, belong.
Giselle tugged at the woven emerald scarf at her neck, wrapping it tighter and closer to her chin. She grinned and stepped off the paved path, onto the quickly disappearing grass. The dress, made by her own hands, skirted around at her knees, dancing at the top of her boots. Her nylons did little to keep the chill from kissing her thighs, but Giselle took all the feelings in with great adoration.
Gloved hands rubbed at jacketed arms, stimulating heat to generate, but not doing much to do so. Her eyes cast skyward once again, to the sparkling stars and radiant moon. The flakes seemed to glow as they took their final plunges into the earth at her feet. Scarlet curls rolled over her shoulders, shaking free any flakes that resided there, as she sighed to herself, alone in this moment.
Her hands smoothed over the front of her jacket, over the round stomach that protruded. A contented smile graced her delicate features, gazing down at the miracle beneath her hands.
“Giselle?” Robert shouted from back on the paved pathway.
She spun her head around, jolted from her reverie. Giselle grinned towards her husband, walking back to meet him on the path.
“You can’t just wander,” he caught her hand once within reaching distance, “you still make me worry, even after three years.”
Fingers entwined, she rested her head on his shoulder, grinning into his neck as they walked, “I’ll always come back. No matter how far I wander.”
Robert took his free hand and rested it on Giselle’s growing belly.
The snow continued to fall, slowly and gradually covering the footprints that the pair left behind.
Rating: G
Word Count: 559
Pairing (if any): Giselle/Robert
Disclaimer: These characters aren’t mine. They’re just fun to play with.
A/N: I wrote this a while ago and thought I’d revisit it, but I actually like how I left it. This is just a little snapshot of Giselle, and a little Robert, during the winter time. Enjoy!
The snow swirled in spirals, cascading down to lay a light dusting across the walkways that curved and wound their way through Central Park. The sun had fallen behind the iron giants that overpowered the skyline hours ago. Streetlamps were left to bathe any passerby in a glimmer of light. The flakes danced around the black knee-high boots of one particular pedestrian. She took her time, meandering on the walkway while others rushed by to escape from the cold. Large blue eyes turned upwards, blinking into the cold, snowflakes falling upon porcelain skin. Never being able to feel all the sensations until New York City, Giselle embraced the bitter tinge nipping at her nose.
Andalasia never had a change in season. It was always pleasant, warm, forgiving. New York City, in contrast, was cold, windy, harsh. As different as the two places were, and as much as she thought she belonged to the former, Giselle blended right in with the city, finding her place amongst the chaos. With the guiding, loving hand of Robert, she was able to settle, belong.
Giselle tugged at the woven emerald scarf at her neck, wrapping it tighter and closer to her chin. She grinned and stepped off the paved path, onto the quickly disappearing grass. The dress, made by her own hands, skirted around at her knees, dancing at the top of her boots. Her nylons did little to keep the chill from kissing her thighs, but Giselle took all the feelings in with great adoration.
Gloved hands rubbed at jacketed arms, stimulating heat to generate, but not doing much to do so. Her eyes cast skyward once again, to the sparkling stars and radiant moon. The flakes seemed to glow as they took their final plunges into the earth at her feet. Scarlet curls rolled over her shoulders, shaking free any flakes that resided there, as she sighed to herself, alone in this moment.
Her hands smoothed over the front of her jacket, over the round stomach that protruded. A contented smile graced her delicate features, gazing down at the miracle beneath her hands.
“Giselle?” Robert shouted from back on the paved pathway.
She spun her head around, jolted from her reverie. Giselle grinned towards her husband, walking back to meet him on the path.
“You can’t just wander,” he caught her hand once within reaching distance, “you still make me worry, even after three years.”
Fingers entwined, she rested her head on his shoulder, grinning into his neck as they walked, “I’ll always come back. No matter how far I wander.”
Robert took his free hand and rested it on Giselle’s growing belly.
The snow continued to fall, slowly and gradually covering the footprints that the pair left behind.