Snow looked up as his granddaughter entered his rose garden, little snowflakes lying gentle on her hair. “My, thank you, darling,” he smiled, gratefully taking the mug. “It is rather chilly out here,” he said, patting the bench next to him.
Vendetta handed over the mug. “I put marshmallows in them, if that’s okay.” She smiled softly, stepping over to the bench. “Careful, it’s hot.” Taking a seat on the bench, she looked out to the roses. Soon returning her attention to him. “It is…Good thing I put on one of my more heavier jackets.” By heavier jacket, she meant a more rebellious looking leather jacket with studs on the shoulders. “How have you been, Grandfather?”
(Source: vendettasnow-blog, via poisonedpolitics)
