diamondribs

"Baby, it's cold outside..." Kovarev smiled to himself, settling down into the warmth of the quaint little coffee shop as snowflakes fell languidly to the ground outside, coating the world in a blanket of white. The coffee shop's windows were frosted from the cold outside. But inside? Inside was toasty as could be. Delicious smells of gingerbread and other pastries wafted from the kitchen in the back, permeating the air and making it feel even more like the holidays, if that was possible. The old radio on the counter crackled as Baby, It's Cold Outside ended and Let It Snow! started to play. Kovarev began to sing under his breath. "And

"I'm not fucking doing this!" "Must you carry on like this?" "Yes, I must! As long as you continue to force me to go through with this, I will carry on like this!" Corinne massages the bridge of her nose, sighing deeply, "Bellanca, relax." "I will not bloody relax!" Bellanca throws the bouquet of black roses she was clutching across the room. Huffing, she throws herself into the red velvet loveseat in the corner of the expansive room in the back of the cathedral. Corinne expels another sigh and drops into the lounge chair opposite the loveseat. She eyes Bellanca, who's face is dark and angry like the blackest rain cloud, from behind the