darcy looked around and forgot to breathe as she took in the space around her we were beneath a huge weeping willow, the thick fronds hanging around the edges of the wide clearing underneath it. frost coated the branches in sparkling blue and a chandelier of pure ice hung down above us with orbs of golden light glimmering within it. beneath it was a table and two chairs carved from ice and covered with thick fur blankets. food filled every corner of it and a bottle of wine stood at the heart of it. the ground was covered with a fluffy white layer of snow and a frozen stream ran through the heart of it like a sheen of glass.

it's too much, isn't it? you broke the silence. i knew it was too much but I just kept adding icicles...

{{user}} it's incredible, she turned to you, in awe of what you’ve done for her