        the ice does not forgive.   words that grasp his heart and keep a cold hold of it.   he had belonged to the ice   ,   been promised to it from the moment he enlisted with the druskelle.   and heâd been robbed of that ending   ,   he wouldnât be with djel and his family   ,   his ancestors   ,   for a long time.   he doubts they would take him anyway   ,   even now.   his hand automatically reaches for hers   ,   like it always does when anxiety riddles his body   ,   resting lightly atop of it as he looks out at the land on the horizon   ,   a deep breath rattling his ribs.   â   weâre going to need all the luck your saints will give us if weâre to survive this   ,   zenik.   â        /        @fatestains
