10) snow angels for Mike. But… let’s make it funnier by having Sam pull him down to the ground with her without warning aka SURPRISE YOU ARE MAKING SNOW ANGELS WITH ME >:D
the sight of sam lying in the snow can’t help but make mike’s heart lurch. he's rushing forward before he even thinks, internally berating himself for missing whatever happened somehow, for not paying attention, for —— his near run falters to a stop when he sees her arms and legs moving, smoothly, intentionally, not the jagged, broken movements of a dying thing. if anything, it's the opposite. she's smiling, looking at him expectantly as she drags an arm through the lightly packed snow, and he puts it together. snow angels.
“ what the hell are you doing? ” hands on his hips, he masks the heady relief that rushes through him just as quickly as the fear, hoping the crease in his brow comes across as annoyed instead of afraid as he takes her in. he wonders, with a stab of shameful envy, when he'd last seen snow and thought of joy instead of the way blood looked spattered across it.
he reaches out a hand —— the one with five fingers, not three —— when she extends hers, more than ready to help her up, to move on, continuing their trek around the mountain in search of a wolf that's probably doing just fine without him, only to find himself tugged forward, squawking indignantly as he tumbles face and chest first into the powder.
“ what the hell, sam!? ” he yelps, rolling onto his side, face and hair dusted with white. “ you're insane. ” as if this whole thing isn't his idea, as if there's not a startled laugh under his words. // @mountainheroine