#flakelike

        He has been wandering for hours in the snow, unsure of his location. He figures he is somewhere near the Kingdom of Arendelle ( or at least hopes he is ), since that was where he told the enchanted book to take him. He had heard tales of rock trolls with the knowledge of magic on his travels to find another way to break the curse ...  If only these stories had been more specific about their location. 

Watching from the safety of the trees blue eyes fixated on one human in particular. Observing them with complete curiosity as to how the snow was appearing with a flick of their wrist. She had been so fixated with her observation of the human she didn’t take notice of the wind blowing stronger around her until she had fallen through the tree branches down into a fresh pile of snow due to a loss of footing. Unfurling her wings she shakes the snow off her scales before looking up at the stranger tilting her head to the side.

                    the  wind  seemed  to  be  restless  ,  more  so  now  than  ever  ,  as  the  barren  wasteland  of  snow  flurried  around  the  pair  .     had  he  not  had  the  inclining  suspicion  that  a  massive  flush  of  heat  would  cause  a  tidal  wave  to  drown  the  lower  fjord  and  thus  wipe  out  everything  in  its  path  ,  vic  would  have  rid  the  area  of  snow  .     the  next  thought  crosses  his  mind  as  quick  as  the  first  one  :  would  elsa  be  upset  by  that  ?     surely  her  ice  could  extinguish  his  flame  with  no  repercussions  but  him  destroying  her  ice  would  lead  to  massive  flooding  .     he  would  always  feel  more  dangerous  ,  more  out  of  CONTROL  ,  than  her  and  the  thought  was  terrifying  .     flickering  embers  remain  behind  lids  for  a  beat  of  pause  as  the  ice  castle  slips  past  them  ,  only  brought  back  to  reality  by  the  blonde’s  voice  .     a  near  burning  hand  finds  frost  bitten  fingers  ,  lacing  together  mindfully  as  though  touching  her  too  quickly  would  burn  her  up  leaving  nothing  more  than  a  last  breath  of  humidity  where  the  queen  stands  .     “  our  homes  will  always  be  different  ,  i’m  afraid  ,  so  i  don’t  know  where  to  lead  you  .....  but  you  certainly  feel  like  HOME  .  ”

☽ /  @flakelike​ :  smooches cass ♡                       FORMAL PERMISSION TO SMOOCH CASS U COWARDS !!    

      PRESS OF LIPS THAT CAUSES HER HEART TO FLUTTER IN HER CHEST -- oh, somehow it’s always just as sweet as the first time, a light lingering as she doesn’t want it to end. red lips part from her queen’s as the knight smiles so softly just for her. fingers take hers lightly in her hand -- left holding left as she looks down upon the matching ring on elsa’s finger -- lifting hand to her lips to press a kiss against the ring  (  the thought still causing her breath to leave her body -- somehow so wanted by someone so amazing && strong && beautiful that she never thought she could be worthy of  ).

     @FLAKELIKE​

her mouth a wound  ,     dripping venom from such poised lips                       (    like a bloodied rose  ,    𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛    )                          the nighttime clings to the pallor of her skin    /     like moonlight dripped down from heaven to earth  ----    𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧  !    adored    &    adorned with such beauty    &    praise  ,    for who could dare to hate her  ?    the epitome of perfection  ,    a progeny at all things    /    the blush  -  pink princess with the stars in her gaze    &    the sun in her smile  !                        (    for they had watched her borne  ,    and they would watch her die  ,    𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧    )                         innocence like honey in her mouth  ,    molten gold spilling past the splendor of her lips with each smile  ----    a butterfly’s tender kiss as her fingertips fold together                         ❝    what a true delight for you to attend  ,    i cannot thank you enough  .    ❞