Snow Angel

Her nose was pressed up against the glass. Each breath she took fogged it up so she had to constantly hold the cuff of her knitted sweater and wipe it clear again. She smiled as she peeled her nose off the triple glazed glass door and rubbed it between her hands, the friction slowly warning it back up. She jumped a little in excitement as she opened the door and walked out into the completely white landscape.

Outside of the Buvelle Stadium was several acres of wide open and well maintained garden. Of course the average stadium is usually in the middle of a city, as so to bring in more people, or near the waterside, for the sense grandeur from when the romans had amphitheatres next to the sea, or has paved over the surrounding fields with tarmac, because where else are you going to put a car park. Buvelle Stadium is different because they wanted the feel to be different. There are no car parks, no food stands waiting outside, no VIP routes in. Rather Buvelle Stadium is in the middle of nowhere, has acres of exceptionally cut lawn surrounding it in a massive perfect circle, and the only way in is through the front gate. Every fan, every VIP, everyone, has to walk in through the front gate and up to the stadium. It makes it feel like you are walking into Sona's very home. As if you, having paid for your ticket of course, were invited in. It made fans more respectful, more humble, and feel closer to the musician. This wasn't a concert where you turn up at a stadium, see the band and go home. This is Sona's garden, this is Sona's home and you, yes you, are her guest. So no cars, no food trucks on the grass, no portaloos scattered about everywhere. Of course the people who had paid for higher seats or were invited by Sona herself got to go up the side route that led to the top of the stadium where her joked "godly apartment" was. The stairs leading to heaven it was often nicknamed. Of course all fans knew Sona lived near her recording house, who would live in a stadium? It is obviously just to make everything feel more special. Of course, it isn't. It is actually Sona's home, and thankfully barely anyone comes to the middle of nowhere to try to break in to see what they think is an empty theatre.

Stepping out into the snow carefully she stood next to the stairs that curved down and around the stadium. She looked outwards across the snow covered fields that were her way too big garden and smiled madly as she looked up into the sky and watched the snow fall steadily down to earth. The iron grey clouds spewed out snowflakes like a cotton candy machine. Sona opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as she ran to and fro on the balcony trying to get one to land on her tongue. She giggled as she caught a few and twirled on the spot as if she was performing in Swan Lake. Her feet complained of the freezing cold and cause pain to shoot through her toes so she quickly ran back inside.

Sona quickly stripped her wet socks off and chucked them onto the top of the radiator, stamping her feet quickly on the soft thick carpet. She hissed slightly at the pain of the cold then threw herself onto the leather sofa and stared at the outside. Oh all the things she could do. She felt a little guilty enjoying it without him but there was little she could do, he would be in hospital for at least three days. She smiled mischievously. He was going to be so annoyed he missed this. Her mind made up she quickly ran to the bedroom for her phone and immediately start snapping pictures of the snow fall. She would definitely have to take one for the social media later, everyone would be waiting on that. In the middle of the field though, so no one could tell it was near the stadium. Maybe a suggestive sexy one with hot chocolate and snow as well she thought smiling to herself.

She ran back into the bedroom and stalked in front of the mirror. She shook her head and thanked whoever was listening that the t-shirt and turtleneck hid the straps that rested near her waist. She had quickly chucked on the clothes closest to her as soon as she saw the snow outside. So her high hip red gym thong, which with her body meant the straps were above her bellybutton, navy blue t-shirt, that she had "borrowed", black thermal leggings, which she specifically looked for, and her Christmas deep green turtleneck that had been specifically knitted for her was her attire. It wasn't exactly the most fashionable or the best coordinated but it didn't matter. It was snowing! And it was time to gather everything else. She dove into the dresser and pulled out both the thick and thin pair of socks, navy blue cargo pants, her woolly trapper hat, her black and white gloves, the scarf she had gotten him as a joke for when he was doing his directing work, and her black army boots. She was proud of the boots, they were steel toe capped. Unnecessary, but a lot of fun.

A whirlwind in front of the mirror later and she was fully dressed and prepared for the snow. Almost immediately she felt like a kitten as she couldn't stop touching the string flaps that came down either side. She shook her head and to think straighter. Phone and selfie stick. She walked over to her bedside table and pulled out both, sticking them into one of the many pockets in her pants. It had been funny to finally get him to admit that the selfie stick did have some uses that weren't completely terrible so he had, very reluctantly, bought one for her. Eventually.

She walked over to the kitchen, filled up a mug with milk and set it in the microwave to boil. She put the hot chocolate powder next to the microwave and the squirty cream next to that all ready for when she got back.

Carefully, Sona opened the sliding glass door and stepped outside into the pure white landscape. The snow crunched under her feet as she held onto the railing and walked down the massive stairs. Slowly, step by step, she made her way down and around the stadium until finally she reached the bottom. She almost immediately fell over. Laughing to herself she walked, then started picking up speed then started running through the snow. Snowflakes falling all around her she ran and kept running, past the circle of trees around the stadium and out into the massive field of untouched snow. Olympics in her head she hopped, skipped then jumped and crashed into the snow, rolling and tumbling until she completely stopped.

She lay in the snow, looking up at the sky above her as snowflakes gradually dropped onto her face, panting slightly. Her cheeks rosy from the cold she shivered slightly from excitement and fun. Her arms seemed to start moving without her even thinking as she brought them up and down, marking out her own snow angle shape into the snow. She quickly stood up after she had shifted it all around and fumbled out her phone. A quick selfie snap with the snow angel in the background and that was social media done for today which left her feeling satisfied. Anything else was now bonus for her fans. Now, it was her fun time.

Immediately she allowed herself to fall face first in the snow. She regretted it instantly despite the soft landing. Her face was freezing! She quickly made snow angel moves with her arms and legs and stood up again, panting as she pawed the snow off her face. She giggled as she saw the indent on the snow where her breasts had been and took another photo. Her outfit completely covered in snow she treaded back towards the stadium looking for a more untouched area. One she hadn't ruined yet.

She stood underneath one of the trees as she patted herself down, scraping the snow off herself. She clapped her together to rid them off the snow but listened as she noticed how quiet it all was. The snow was absorbing all the sound. She clapped again, harder this time. Then realised she was still wearing gloves whilst trying this. With the gloves off she clapped hard again, listening carefully to the silence. It didn't echo or ring or snap through her ears. It was absorbed, like she was in a completely padded room. After shaking her freezing hands and breathing hot air into them she put her gloves back on and stared at the stadium. The white sheet that covered the black roof made it look like a cake of sorts. She was glad to be back singing and making music again. She leaned against the tree and closed her eyes, humming out the newest tune she had been working on. Her gloved fingers went to the trunk and started tapping out the beat like a metronome as hummed, twirling and dancing next to the tree. She swung her hips, shook her head. Placed her back against the tree, then arched backwards. She quickly stopped to gather her hair as it threatened to come undone and stuffed most of it back into her hat.

Sona sighed and grinned to herself as she leant back against the tree trunk with a thump. The branches above her filled with snow shook dangerously. Her smile widened so considerably it was like a businessman getting a tax break. She thumped her back against the tree trunk again. The branches shook but nothing fell. She kicked backwards. Didn't even shake as much this time, she needed more power. Sona stepped away from the tree trunk and faced it down like she was the bull and it was the matador. She ran at the tree, not completely full speed cause she was still a little afraid, then jumped, bringing both legs up and kicking the tree full force. The strength in her thighs threw her crashing back down into the snow where she landed on her back. She coughed momentarily before screaming out as the entire tree's snow came crashing down, pelting and covering Sona until she disappeared under the white layer of snow.

Silence prevailed through the area for a few moments until finally a hand speared its way out of the snow pile. Slowly scraping back the snow the hand finally made a whole big enough to breathe, Sona gasping for air out of the little airway. Eventually she regained her coordination and forced her way out of the snow pile, coughing as she slowly tugged herself out, her breasts and ass dragging along in the snow. A little way out she threw herself onto her back and sighed, her chest going up and down with her huge breaths.

"Well that was a stupid idea," she mumbled to herself, quite happy with herself that she had had it and done it. She closed her eyes and rested for a couple of minutes to allow her heartrate to get back to normal levels at least before pushing herself up and standing up properly. She started walking towards the stairs again, the hot chocolate calling to her. She did miss something though she thought looking back at the snow. Reaching into her trouser pocket she pulled out her phone and placed a group call to her favourites. The phone rang. She stood still and waited, hanging her tongue out occasionally to catch snowflakes. The phone clicked as someone picked up.

"What?" the groan of the voice could only be Riven.

"Do you wanna build a snow man?" Sona started in a sing-song voice.

"You keep singing that shit and I'm gonna hang up okay?" Katarina said as if she was from far away. Must've been on speaker phone.

"I just threw up Sona, gimme a break," Riven murmured. Sona giggled slightly.

"Well, terrible song aside, do you actually want to come build a snowman?"Sona asked as she reached the bottom of the outside stairs.

"Hello, this is Ahri," Ahri's voice slipped into the conversation like the smoothest of chocolates.

"Here's the foxy lady," you could practically hear the smirk in Riven's voice.

"That joke is way too old now," Ahri's voice said, her eyes probably rolling.

"We're all coming around to build a snowman Ahri, you in the area?" Sona quickly turned the question onto her.

"We did not agree to this Sona!" Katarina's voice said as the sounds of clattering kitchen implements came through the phone as well.

"Well you are! And you'll help me put up my dance pole in my apartment and I'll treat you with some of his brandy and hot chocolate!" Sona said definitively, slightly out of breath as she sat on the bottom of the stairs.

"Get your man to do that for you! He put up the pullup bar by himself didn't he? And it's called a stripper pole!" Riven mumbled slightly annoyed into the phone.

"He's in the surgery for three days so I can't. Come oonnnnn, I'm lonely…." Sona whined, smiling widely as she did so, knowing she would win.

"Sure," Ahri chuckled at her childishness "I'm home currently so it's only a couple of hours drive for me,"

"Fine…." Katarina caved in "Let me finish making breakfast for everyone then I'll be there,"

"…Only if I get that brandy," muttered Riven.

"He's got a full bottle left," Sona said, knowing he hadn't touched it cause of the surgery. "You can have it but he's gonna be annoyed,"

"Good, just learn how to pole dance and he'll be fine soon enough" Riven said satisfied as Sona blushed slightly, her rosy cheeks getting even redder. Riven then yawned loudly over the phone. "I'll be there for lunchtime okay? My stomach feels queasy"

"I'll see you when you get here then," She hit the end call button and stood up. She took a deep breath and slowly started walking up the stairs. She listened to every crunch under her feet. She watched every snowflake pass in front of her nose. She felt every beat of her heart. She hugged the turtleneck he had knitted for her for Christmas and thought about how lucky she was.

She walked onwards, slowly, towards the top. He liked it when it rained. She liked it when it snowed.

Today felt so light. Some days were heavier. Some days were lighter.

Today almost felt like she was ready to fly once again.

I'm feeling a lot… lighter these days. I'm still nowhere near over it and I know I said I'd only update this if anything major happens but I wanted to do another one and the pain isn't always there these days so I thought I'd do a little story with just Sona. Just a little one. The change isn't big, it's small. So we get a small story. No massive themes or issues to deal with. Just Sona having some fun.

I mean with Riot and their writing recently, I can clearly do better than them right?

And hey, if you're out there and wanna talk to me, if you need cheering up or you want to try and cheer me up: I'm here.