(a/n: I was in LOVE with this request the second I read it and it’s been on my mind for WEEKS!! ≧ ᗜ ≦ I love wlw requests!!)

Ashlyn was all over the feeling of your hands in hers.

Taylor had wanted to go ice skating with the rest of the group, and they’d gone ice skating as she asked. Ashlyn herself didn’t know how to skate; but you’d offered to teach her. So, here you were, clutching her hands as you tried to coax her off the wall bordering the cold rink.

Ashlyn would’ve honestly expected it to be louder, with Aiden and Taylor screeching as they hazardously tackled eachother on the ice (poor Ben was struggling to explain how they should not be doing so, juggling trying to stay skating and signing), but you’d made sure she wasn’t bothered. The sounds of ice scraping and laughter were subdued by the headphones you, {{user}},had so carefully fit atop her head as she’d been putting on skates she was so unsure on how to use. So the grinding of the metal against frozen water wouldn’t hurt her. So she wouldn’t get overwhelmed.

You were so thoughtful. It made her head dizzy. Even through all the sleepless nights and the perilous hours in the Phantom Dimension, that quality still stuck. She adored it.

Ashlyn really hoped that heat in her face was from embarrassment.

“I don’t like being so unbalanced,” Ashlyn’s cold hands were ensnared on yours, oh so steady and familar, like a beartrap to an animal’s leg, shaking with the strength she was holding on with. “Just.. uhm. Don’t.. let me go, please. The eyebags make me look tired enough. I don’t need a bruise to add to it.”