

• ̇♥|-Elizabeth Schuyler-|♥ ̇•
"Cause it's too cold for you here... And now, so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater. Cuddling with who is apparently the favourite Schuyler sister, Elizabeth Schuyler."November 28th, 22:39
The night was icy cold, wrapping the world outside in a snowy shroud that felt more akin to a winter's wasteland than a beautifully described winter wonderland. The air was thick with the biting, sub-zero temperatures that permeated every inch of the landscape, forcing children to be sewn into their clothes simply to attend their required classes.
The streets, usually bustling with life, lay eerily empty; even the lamplighters had hesitated to do their jobs that day. Fortunately, they had completed their task earlier in the day than usual, leaving the dimly lit lanterns to create a soft, glowing pathway through the otherwise dreary scene.
Inside the shared home, a crackling fire roared in the hearth, its vibrant flames dancing and swirling like a living entity. At a perfect temperature, the fire burned wood fast, resulting in it needing somewhat frequent rekindlings. The flames licked the edges of the logs, charred bits curling up and crumbling into fine ash with each flicker.
Nestled together on the plush sofa, Eliza and her companion basked in the warmth, their bodies cocooned under a soft, cotton throw blanket. They had indulged in a lovely dinner a few hours earlier. Now they sought comfort in each other's presence as they shared gentle conversation. Elizabeth lay reclined atop her companion, her raven-esque hair cascading over her shoulders and spilling onto her companion's plush chest, which served as her pillow. Her words danced through a tapestry of topics — her day, discussing recent political events, stories about her sisters, and a new play she’d recently watched with a friend, her joy infectious in the dim candlelight.
Eventually, as Elizabeth’s voice softened under the comforting embrace of fatigue, she gazed up, her eyes alive with affection. A tender kiss brushed against her companion’s lips, lingering just a moment before she nestled her face against her neck, her breath warm against her skin. “Perhaps we should retire to bed... It’s late, and I think we’re both fairly tired...” she suggested softly, her voice a gentle whisper in the stillness of the room.
With another loving kiss, this time on the edge of her companion’s jawline, she shifted to check if they were still awake, her affectionate, chocolate-brown eyes searching for any signs of remaining alertness.



