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The night was growing on him; pulling him deeper into the later hours for no reason at all. He wasn’t even working on a piece. Sleep was just evading him. Fred sat in his armchair within the studio, a book spread open on his lap with the cover facing down. The fire was roaring in the hearth with almost enough white noise to let him fall asleep, but something would always prick him awake. 

He was within the lull of dozing off when he heard a sound. Fred turned his head slowly, expecting his girlfriend in the doorway asking why he wasn’t in bed. What he was greeted with instead was the same woman from his gallery the other night. 

“JESUS!” 

I love her already

Nocturne was much stronger than she looked. Despite her frail appearance, she caught the newcomer with ease - and held on, too, not letting her go. “Oh, really? You’re welcome, Miss Helicopter.” 

Helicopter? Well, in a brilliant moment of word association, she had decided that if she herself was a landing pad, this new person had to be an airplane or something similar. 

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A burst of laughter followed as the Snow Maiden lowered down her weapon as the Nightmares had fallen down like they were never standing. The winter was her homeland, the memories of her past life - when did she start craving control? Why did she want control so much? Why did she want to revive the author? The answer was easy to understand, but she didn’t want to disclose it for her own personal reasons. The repressed frost in her chest would explode, turning everything around into a snow desert. 

“If that’s a challenge, I’m not taking it,” the woman looked at her bloodied weapon. It was so easy to kill these monsters around, but it was not going to be easy later. It was better to take the lead, but her obvious distrust towards the other was unmasked. The way her strategy worked was to avoid any close contact with Raven. It was as easy as that. If she were to die - that’d be fine, one pawn less to toss away later when the true battle comes up. “You can’t expect me to trust you? No way.”

The ash-blonde hair was falling on her back like a snowfall, the air around her always felt chiller. Snegurochka didn’t care who she would have to kill to get her author revived. This land was not like her home, she wanted to get out and bring her author with her and force him to write more stories, better stories, and give her the control over them or give her the power to do the same thing. How selfish, how greedy, how cold-hearted. 

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“Pfft--- AHAHAHAHAHA!” 

Snegurochka couldn’t help it. The laughter baked in madness was making her want to just get on her knees from laughing so hard as standing straight was getting harder. Raven was stupid in the eyes of the one who desired CONTROL. Dominance over her life, over others, over those who wronged and betrayed her. 

The frost in her heart grew so much that spring’s wreath turned into ice along with the feeling of love that once bloomed in her chest only to make her vulnerable before the Sun. It was not life, she never had a life; the moment she did that grave mistake, her control was taken away and she wanted her author to give her full control of the story, of her future, of her ending.

“You are not afraid to die but you want to live a little? What kind of mockery towards survival is that?!” She wanted to call Raven a coward for not admitting she was afraid to die. Or was it her own arrogance and dominance that made her think this was after battling so many nightmares? The impurities left her unfeeling, frozen, almost too cruel. All the betrayals she witnessed... All the whispers she heard... Ah, she wanted to kill the whole village and to bury them under the snow instead of just slightly torturing them with 15 years of winter where they survived like cockroaches. 

Open chest of a poor soul is laid out in the open air . A sickening smell of carnage fills narrow-walled passages . Although commonly found , no one can get used to the gut-twisting sight and smell of Repo’s work . A small bird scuttles along towards it and there’s a roll of his eyes .

                                       ‘   Please do not eat that in front of me .   ‘

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