Rainbow Sparkles
"Must you always cover everything in glitter? Does the whole world need to know you're gay?"
"I don't mind if they know, do you?"
There was a huff that lifted several leaves off the ground. "I guess it's been obvious anyway, since we got married."
"Exactly. So I may as well spread some beauty wherever I go." Jack Frost laid a soft, ethereal hand against Old Man Winter's cheek, leaving white fern patterns in his beard.
"Oh, so now I'm not beautiful enough without your touch?" Winter complained, though he secretly stopped to admire how the frosted leaves of a Carpathian harebell caught the sunlight in a sparkle of rainbows. He waved a hand to make the colours a little brighter, and then followed Jack into the forest.
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[Image description: A close-up of the green leaves of a Campanula carpatica. The toothed, rounded edges are covered by white frost.]
