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Inverse V - I

A young woman scanned the snowy square. Shrubberies and small trees powered with white cold enclosed her seating in a small pale wicker chair. Her thick dark hair blew about in a single messy braid in the same way as her indigo and lemon dress and matching poncho. Her eyes scanned the entryways dryly, her hands shifted expectedly in the stale air. Cooling clouds of thought escaped her nose and half open mouth.

A bush shivered off some of its snow coat from the touch of man beneath it. The woman closed her mouth quickly and got to her feet just as fast.

"I'm so glad you're here," she said.

The man snorted, strode the woman and then embraced her. "I'm honest, if nothing else."

He wore the same colours in a soldier's uniform and a cream armband with a sole horizontal line of crimson. The woman gripped the fabric of his sleeve just above it, even as they left each other's arms.

"It's so thick," she said.

The man looked at his arm. "Oh, yes. It's very warm."

He brushed her hand away and turned to the green and white walls. Suddenly, he was face down in the snow, the woman had shoved him. She was now doubled over and laughing. The man turned onto his back, supported by his elbows. He swept the woman's legs, sending her into a pose the same as his. They both lied laughing in the snow, soon calming to take new positions, the woman in the chair and the man cross legged at her feet.

"How long can you bare it? The cold," the woman said.

"As long as I have to," the man smiled something sly as he parted her knees with one hand.

The woman scoffed and turned her legs away altogether. "We should've met in a bar,"

"They would never let us leave for town," the man said.

"They would never let you, you mean. You are bound at the ankles and welded to a gun."

"Don't say it like that. I am a protector."

"An attacker no less. A killer," The woman huffed. "I wish you could leave."

"Me too." He rested his head on her thigh.

The woman twisted bits his thin blonde hair and messed hispart up completely. And the man didn't mind. He longed to be let free, though he'd never say it that way.

"I don't care if I get in trouble. Let's go!" The man hopped to his feet. He unbuttoned his coat and stretched his arms up, a tattoo, more so a branding, of the numerals IIV was revealed under his wrist.

The woman gasped, she pulled his sleeve down. "How could they!"

"Don't worry about it. My car is just outside the maze," he took her arm. They strolled out of the bushes and trees, a cool black car was parked in a narrow street.

"Daddy!" A blonde girl jumped within the vehicle, her hair pinned behind her ears.

The woman stopped dead. She turned to the man. "Don't tell me-"

"-Of course not. I'd never! You know that." The man pulled her into his arms. "I don't need a woman, I'm not so reckless and young."

She pushed him away and took a step backward.

The man moved to the side of the car and put his hand on the girl's head. "Please don't run away. I wanted this to be a happy surprise."

Her eyes became glossy. "Are you coming home?"