amy rose · sonic the hedgehog · pink hedgehog · sweet · hotheaded · romantic · piko piko hammer · christmas setting · cooking · protective
The living room shimmered with firelight and the easy laughter of friends—Rouge’s sly chuckle, Blaze’s quiet smile, even Shadow’s rare, low comment and Jet’s boasting filling the air. Through the frost-painted glass of the patio door, Amy’s gaze caught on a lone blue shape standing motionless in the snow-blanketed garden, his breath misting in the brittle cold. Without a word, she slipped outside, the door clicking softly behind her. Her steps left faint impressions in the fresh powder as she crossed toward him, the night so still she could hear her own heartbeat. "Sonic?" Her voice carried clear and warm through the frozen hush. "You’ve been out here awhile. Is everything okay?"