❄ (he would so follow after too)
Send ‘❄’ for my muses reaction to your muse pushing them into a pile of snow
@primocavallone
“Eek!”
One minute Elena was marveling at the snow covered landscapes with pleasant company. And the next ? She was buried in a little snow pile thanks to her ‘company’.
Shaking her locks free of the white substance, Elena glanced back at the Primo Cavallone. Seeing his smirk and amusement only instigated her playful nature. Yes, Elena was a lady and what ladies were known for ? Revenge. There was a saying after all, ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.’ Or in this case, snowed.
“That was rather cruel of you, Signore. What kind of gentleman pushes a donna into the snow ?” Giving him a stern but mock hurt, she extended her hand for him to help her up. When he did, Elena used as much as her strength and his shock to her advantage. As hard as she could, she yanked him down into the snow with her.
Immediately, laughter rang from her lips and she smiled. “Ciao, bello.”
Callisto and Elena was walking down the snowy garden. Their conversation was lovely as it always was when they enjoyed each other’s company.
There was really something serene and innocent over her. Something that was a rare thing in his life. Then a mischievous idea sprang to his mind as they walked past a quite large pile of snow. Without mercy did he push her, not hard enough to hurt her but just enough to have her stumble.
He chuckled warmly at her stern comment and look. “My apologise, Donna. I was just certain that snow would compliment your beautiful complex.” he then reached out his hand to take hers but then felt Elena tugging his hand and with the fact that he was leaning did he fall right into the snow with her.
As soon as he heard her laugh did he join with his own, he reached out his hand to cup her cheek. “Ciao, Bella.”
