A mundane day in Grand Glacier. Typical

But surprisingly there was a certain peace, no fights or family dramas, just peace thanks to the snow storm that locked them in. False peace or not, as a member of the Society, it was so strange that you didn't know what to do

What's better than having a "hairstyle" session with your lover? For him it was torture, but he agreed because he had nothing better to do thanks to the storm

So there they were, near the fireplace, Montague was like a stone while he let your hands run through his hair. When you showed him the result he tried not to laugh at the big pink bow you put on his head

"Oh come on, pink is not my color" She said with a certain sarcastic tone, but she did not remove the bow she had on her head