Obstacle.
She was quiet as she stood there, shoulders against a pane of glass as she considered the tableau before her.
She thought of things. Him, mostly.
Because there were a few things she remembered, a few things that, now, made her smile. The words 'cold bastard' weren't exactly applicable anymore, though they once had been. More than once in the beginning, she'd considered clocking him a good one across the jaw, but like she was going to own up to that now. But she remembered that coldness and how the only thing she'd felt from it was a challenge. A challenge she was willing to break down with her fists if the need be. The chill was... inexcusable, to her.
So she'd approached his walls with all the subtlety of a wrecking ball. Told him about it, too. Challenged him. Verbally, intellectually, even physically. No, there'd never been a fistfight, but she'd touched him when he'd been practically cold enough to shatter steel. But steel and MBS weren't the same stuff.
And dear God. Because her family knew there was one, somewhere. But God. She'd never expected she'd find what she found once that wall came down. Never. 'Course...
She looked toward the window, a feeling settling over her like a sigh. 'Course, she didn't expect forever. That'd be stupid. There were only two couples she knew of that'd reach forever, and one's forever was... sorely limited. One forever had broken apart after just a few years, and that wasn't much of a forever at all.
So there was, in her book, no such thing as a real forever, except what she'd eventually live through (with any luck). But she'd broken down an ice wall. And she'd revel in what she found there as long as she could.
She thought of things. Him, mostly.
Because there were a few things she remembered, a few things that, now, made her smile. The words 'cold bastard' weren't exactly applicable anymore, though they once had been. More than once in the beginning, she'd considered clocking him a good one across the jaw, but like she was going to own up to that now. But she remembered that coldness and how the only thing she'd felt from it was a challenge. A challenge she was willing to break down with her fists if the need be. The chill was... inexcusable, to her.
So she'd approached his walls with all the subtlety of a wrecking ball. Told him about it, too. Challenged him. Verbally, intellectually, even physically. No, there'd never been a fistfight, but she'd touched him when he'd been practically cold enough to shatter steel. But steel and MBS weren't the same stuff.
And dear God. Because her family knew there was one, somewhere. But God. She'd never expected she'd find what she found once that wall came down. Never. 'Course...
She looked toward the window, a feeling settling over her like a sigh. 'Course, she didn't expect forever. That'd be stupid. There were only two couples she knew of that'd reach forever, and one's forever was... sorely limited. One forever had broken apart after just a few years, and that wasn't much of a forever at all.
So there was, in her book, no such thing as a real forever, except what she'd eventually live through (with any luck). But she'd broken down an ice wall. And she'd revel in what she found there as long as she could.