At the sound of her shivering, there was movement, a stirring in the shimmering darkness lit only by the moon-glow off the white snow outside the window, the room's darkness cast in a violet twilight.
"You are cold."
Gently an arm wrapped about her waist as that voice whispered gently through her hair.
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Date: 2006-11-04 12:03 am (UTC)"You are cold."
Gently an arm wrapped about her waist as that voice whispered gently through her hair.