[For Bran]The weather outside is frightful...

[llewych_will]

The longed-for snow had arrived just as Will had begun to truly despair for a white December, which means their cottage is now not only decked out in winter greenery, their tree nestled in a corner and fully decorated, but the cottage itself is its own holiday decoration, with its snow-covered roof and icicles hanging at the windows

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[branbach]

The mattress shifts as Bran sinks onto the edge of it, resting a hand on Will's elbow and regarding him in fond amusement. "You look as if you ought to be purring, cariad."

[llewych_will]

Will smiles without looking up from his book, leaning toward Bran a bit. "Not yet. The kettle isn't ready," he murmurs, the smile widening.

[branbach]

"Ah," Bran says, leaning over to press a kiss to Will's hair. "That should only be a moment or two, I think. I'll make a pot if you like."

[llewych_will]

That does get Will to look up, so he can smile at Bran directly. "Would you? That'd be lovely."