#nat sewell x warren park

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Wayhaven Drabble - Nat x Warren Park

Warren belongs to @gnomeandostrich. Thank you for offering art for male and nonbinary detectives you beautiful soul!

I’m gonna give Nat a go since you said you ship Warren with her most often. I don’t write Nat a lot. So I hope I do her justice.

Thanks elmshore for confirming I had her voice and mannerisms.

Gonna show off my baby, Jason, with the best worst boi.

It was the sort of wintry wonderland you read about in poems or saw play out in those old movies. You know the ones. The ones where it’s the holidays without snow and when it finally falls forth from the grey skies it is a welcome relief.

The sort that starts as big, fluffy flakes that lazily fall from above to settle on the ground. Building in intensity until the flakes are heavy and every once of the ground is draped in a clean, crisp blanket that is straight from fairy tales.

Right now that’s where they stood. Outside the warehouse, among the overgrown pines and brambles now dipping heavy beneath the accumulated weight of the snow. Soft, golden light trying to peek between the clouds still heavy in the sky. Picture perfect.

Warren spun, arms held wide, as her tongue melted the flakes that fell there. Only joy upon her face. It was the purest sight Nat had ever seen. The poets and writers of the world could never hope to do justice to the vision before her.

She leaned against the tree and watched the woman she loved. Writing silent poetry that she knew she would recite at days end in the quiet of her room. Remembering. Memorizing. Etching this moment here to her heart. Trying to capture but a fraction of the beauty that was this woman.

She was beautiful in any setting. In any place. At any time. But here, here amongst the white snow and green pines, it was almost otherworldly.

Soft flakes upon your lashes

Soft flakes about you nose

Soft flakes and laughter is a love that only grows.

She laughed warmly as Warren tumbled backwards into the snow. Her arms and legs seeming to flail as she created a snow angel.

Aptly fitting.

“Join me, Nat,” she smiled up at her. “Leave a bit of that angelic presence in the snow,” she teased.

Nat’s laugh was bright as she joined Warren in the cold, crisp snow. Reaching for her hand to join their angels together.

It was not long before Warren stood up and helped Nat up and they stood hands clasped as they looked down on their images.

Turning Nat sought to memorize those cheeks rosied by the cold. The lashes painted white by the frost. The snow covering the strands of her hair. Fire and ice meeting in harmony. Nat couldn’t help but tousle those fiery locks free of that snow, letting it rain down around and upon Warren’s giggling face.

Nat leaned in and kissed the first flake away from Warren’s forehead, just below where the red stands of Warren’s hair hung framing her face and barely contained with her loosely placed winter hat.

Warren’s skin tingled beneath that touch and it brought her giggles to a sudden stop - almost as quickly as they began - when Nat placed another kiss on the snowflake resting on her temple. And as Warren’s eyes closed at those warm lips upon her cool skin, Nat kissed away the snow on her eyelids. 

Each snowflake disappearing from between them one slow kiss at a time as Nat sought to impress the poetry she felt in her heart upon her whole world.

#the wayhaven chronicles #nat sewell #nat x detective #warren park #others ocs #my drabble #i hope you accept this small token of thanks for what you are doing for so many of us with male and nonbinary detectives #it’s absolutely so wonderful to see them all getting loved on #and you are the absolute sweetest for offering up your talents in such a way!! #i hope you know just how very much that means to me!! #thank you!! #from every single part of my heart thank you!! #with all that my as always ending tag on drabbles -> #i like to live dangerously and so do not edit so pardon any mistakes