Whooooooooo, finally getting around to this (I had the hardest time coming up with an idea). A true drabble (that is, exactly 100 words) for #2:
A gust of winter air and the scent of frost accompanied Jude into the parlor, his cheeks and nose red with cold above his sable collar. Kit caught him in her arms, and he laughed out loud, pressing his cold face to her warm neck. Her chest felt tight, pleased at his pleasure, and still somehow surprised by it.
His hair held one perfect snowflake, its minuscule crystalline structure unmelted. She touched it with a fingertip, and it dissolved into clear water. She showed it to him, smiling, and he dipped his head and sucked the drop from her skin.
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Date: 2014-01-23 04:31 am (UTC)A gust of winter air and the scent of frost accompanied Jude into the parlor, his cheeks and nose red with cold above his sable collar. Kit caught him in her arms, and he laughed out loud, pressing his cold face to her warm neck. Her chest felt tight, pleased at his pleasure, and still somehow surprised by it.
His hair held one perfect snowflake, its minuscule crystalline structure unmelted. She touched it with a fingertip, and it dissolved into clear water. She showed it to him, smiling, and he dipped his head and sucked the drop from her skin.