An AU twist on recent events.

[white_flowers]

Blodwen Rowlands is sitting at a table with a clear view of the windows and the front door. She doesn't seem to mind the cold at all, to judge by her warmly contented smile.

The knife-sharp silver knitting needles in her hands click and flash merrily in point and counterpoint as she works. This evening's project is as white as the snow outside, and shot through with a gleam of silver thread. The shape is indeterminate at present, and it's hard to tell just what it might be.

Her eyes are bright and clear as she watches the room.

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[white_flowers]

His beautifully sweet smile is met with an answering warm one from the woman in white.

"Goodness me, pretty bird, then we shall have nothing to fear."

The invisible bands twitch, and sink slightly deeper.

"If you would fight to stay with me-- and it is that I would struggle to keep from losing you--"

She would indeed, for the power in this one is very great. Every word is utterly sincere.

[creator_raven]

Then things are well, indeed."

For the moment. And Raven is good at making moments last. It is a question of practice, mostly.

"I think we are well met, Lady. I am almost grateful."

[white_flowers]

"As am I, dear," Blodwen says, smiling gently at him. "I am very glad indeed."

[creator_raven]

Something in Raven--a thin always-held tension--relaxes at that.

His smile brightens, hovering perilously close to a grin.

"I think, in light of that, there should be cookies. You are fond of them, as well, perhaps?"

[white_flowers]

And as the tension dissolves, the net shivers and then binds him closely, carefully... and securely.

Blodwen laughs, and tells him,

"Goodness me, pretty bird, but I am." Leaning closer, she confides as if to a friend,

"I have even made them, before. A lovely thing it is, the scent of cookies baking in the early morning on a cold day."

[creator_raven]

Raven beams.

"It is possible that you are my new favorite person."

More than possible, really.

It is a certainty.