Russia X Reader ~ Winter ~ DRABBLE

Russia x Reader ~ Winter DRABBLE

Trigger Warnings, Mentions of Depression. If you notice anything else Triggering please note me or comment below.

With a slight crunch of the snow laid underneath her fur clad boots, you gently sunk into the winter painted landscape. The cold winter air nipping at your exposed cheeks and nose which quickly turned red. With each inhale the frigid air burned down your throat and with each exhale exuberant amounts of fog flitted in front of you.

The proud sentry of the snow covered trees stood guard as you started to make your way forward. Each step making the snow satisfyingly crunch under your weight. The gray lines of trees that quickly faded behind you heralded your approach to the end of the enclosure. A line encircled the small oasis of peaceful trees. Behind the invisible fence the dark foreboding land swirled with overbearing emotions.

Thoughts of loneliness and an overbearing desire to die lay just beyond the snowy ground, being kept away by the power of the blindingly white powder. With a sense of peace you stood guard at the edge of the enclosure waiting.

An eternity passed until the sight of a thick winter coat partnered with a massive pink scarf came into view. The brown boots of the visitor shook the world around you, each step reverberating like thunder. As the dark clouds even more frantically swirled around a smile slipped onto your face at the sight of the familiar sight of his chubby face and large nose.

Whenever you slipped into the soothing world of snow and trees you were soon visited by this man. Occasionally he was simply sit on his side while you sat in the snow and took comfort in the presence of each other, other times you would invite the giant of a man in to walk with you in the comforting presence of the trees.

When he reached the edge he looked at you, eyes questioning. In response you reached a hand out, which he accepted, as you gently pulled him in.

As the two of you meandered through the forest, the sound of your footsteps and breathing the only thing accompanying you, you kept your hand wrapped around his. You wondered what his voice sounded like, whether it was a rich deep baritone, a light creamy tenor that flitted from word to word or perhaps a deep rumbling bass that emanated from his chest to fill the room.

A light call fluttered out from reality as you sadly realized your time was up. A large hand untangled itself from yours to give your head a gentle pat. The snow began to quickly melt from the trees as the dark expanse of depression began to swallow up your peaceful abode.

The stranger’s next movement startled you as he pulled you into a hug whispering a simple but powerful phrase into your head.

“You’re beautiful, never doubt that.”

As he let you down and you began to walk away from the stranger, you turned back to give a parting wave.

”You’re doing much better, a lot better than I thought you would be by this point.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“I’ll see you next week on Thursday then.