"On those nights when the thick snow drifts through moonlight and the sky looks like falling stars, close your eyes, look up tongue out to the gods and feel the cool ash burn you."
- Atticus
Robin found her at the edge of the forest, wrapped in a winter coat and huddled close by a campfire, staring up at the stars that twinkled on for millenniums.
"When dad I used to go camping he would always tell me that if I ever wanted to see magic, go to the forest at night and just look up. A sky so vast and beautiful must be magical."
He sat beside her on the white covered ground tucked in a coat of his own. The fire had started to dim, so he tossed in a few sticks from the pile in front of him. He looked up at the sky too and listened as she carried on.
"That made me realize that magic isn't just saying a few words backwards or mixing a bunch of ingredients in cauldrons. Everyday we live is magical. All we have to do is look around and feel."
He looked down at her. "Are you feeling magical now?"
She looked down at him and smiled. His heart skipped a beat. "Now that you're here. I'm feeling the aster."
She leaned over and pecked his lips and he could feel his heart bursting like a supernova.
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Chalant Kisses
FanfictionKisses shared between the most chalant couple in DC history during the simpler times; before Invasion. Fluff mixed some lime and maybe a tiny bit of angst.
