Max Richter: Winter 2Ever since she was a little cub, the sight of first snow has always fascinated her. She would often run out on the terrace and watch snowflakes slowly descend onto the world, turning it into a magical white landscape. Of course she wouldn’t just stop there, and soon enough the whole house echoed with mother’s shouts upon noticing wet paw prints all over the place. A little smile appeared on her face as she walked down the memory lane. Hot steam pressed a gentle kiss on her cheek as a reminder. She raised the cup and took a careful sip, drinking in the cold winter morning.
The smile didn’t leave her when she turned to look at the sleeping wolf. He was huge, and as she sat there buried under the soft cotton folds she couldn’t help feeling small… but also safe and in control. For all his little affairs and one night stands he’s never let anyone see him like this. He’d always get up or disappear with first light. And now he lay there, exposed and defenseless. She observed the sunrays traversing and bathing his furred body. His chest rising and falling with every breath. There was nothing carnal or affectionate about her look; it was something deeper. An understanding.
I think this might be the most specific comission I got so far, from astounding
SadNicole <3
Part 2 here.
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