Hey, Pumpkin {SEASONAL EVENT}

Ashe smirked to herself and watched him as he began cleaning at some of the mess he'd made. Her eyes followed every movement, every feather of muscle or direction of his shoulders, the reach of his arms or the ever silent movements of his feet. His face was where her eyes kept settling, and she was struck by the shock of it all of a sudden. Without his beard, sitting there on the counter while he baked, it was easy to forget that two years and entire worlds stretched between them. It was easy to protend they were back at the Keep and had snuck into the kitchens, and it was them against the world.    Then she heard an overdramatic and forced laugh from Theea playing pretend in the other room, and Kalt turned to face her. Gold light filtering from the window illuminated them, setting his eyes on fire as he approached her. The illusion was gone, and... she grinned back at him, open and full. This wasn't the Keep. They weren't in the Guild. They had survived.    Ashe tilted her head at him with his hands on either side of her, pursing her lips at him. "Spice. Ha, ha," she deadpanned, quirking a brow. "Honestly silver, where has your humor gone?" She glanced down then as he took her hand, his focus on... her pinky. Or lackthereof. Her smile wavered as her heart stumbled, and she couldn't help but tense, remembering that day with harsh clarity. She remembered her final thought before she shattered apart against the stone cat on impact, battered and crushed by her own attack. She took a deep breath and glanced up at him. "Surprise?" she asked softly.    But his hand closed around hers, around that clunky metal prosthetic with sharp gears and a blade at the end of it. She frowned and felt his magic rather than saw it. And when he drew his hand back? She pulled in a breath at the sight of the three-jointed and sleek new finger, held to her hand with effecient and comfortable straps. Ashe let out a breath of a laugh, blinking down at her hand. The amount of trouble she got from the old one had been a source of frustration. Remi was going to build her a new one back in Northaven, but... life had been quite abruptly turned upside down for all of them. She looked up at Kalt and brought her hand up, mimicking his movements and flexing her fingers. She marveled at how smoothly the metal little finger moved, gleaming in the sunlight. Would she be able to start duel wielding as well as she once had again?    She looked back at Kalt.. and she placed her hands on either side of his face, her thumb rasping over the stubble of a sharp jaw. Then she leaned forward and fit her lips against his - softly and slowly. When she drew away her nose brushed against his, and she took a slow breath. "I missed you." ashe When all the days go by in the firelight We'll never fade out in the night