#snowgloss

@snowgloss and @crownsgrd

The snow had descended upon them as unexpected and as unavoidable as as tide. Withing minutes, Cid’s fingers had frozen, unable to work the bolts free from the punctured tire, which he finally proclaimed as impossible to mend, in spite of the hardship being his lack of materials with which to patch it. 

It had been Regis’s decision to abandon the vehicle, as no others seemed to attend this particular stretch of road with any frequency as to lend any hope that help might arrive. Their time would have been better spent actively seeking shelter and help in the early snowfall, rather than freeze to death in the accumulation, while waiting uselessly. 

It had been half an hour in the chill of the storm, with Cid complaining all the while, and Weskham agreeing with a few pointed grunts, and Clarus by his side, as silent as snowfall. “Do you suppose we’re still heading north?” he asked sidelong to Clarus, because his greatest friend was always his greatest adviser. But before his Shield might have answered, Regis’ attention was diverted.

Within the trees, like an epiphany, Regis spotted a shock of blonde amongst the trees, and a pale face peeking out from behind the thick trunk of an oak. 

@snowgloss

Ceallach could feel the eyes of a thousand fae burning at the back of his head. Solstices were occasions to see and be seen, and few attending were as prominent remarkable amongst their number tonight as the Sun Prince himself.

He’d expected the attention. Sindri had broken his heart quite publicly this time, running off with one of Nitsa’s Summer sisters in some madcap romance recent enough that the news of it still passed, murmured in sensible whispers throughout the courts. And every millenium or so, the Sun Queen and her consort deigned to meddle in their only son’s affairs, this time in procuring a girl of some notoriety to be the panacea of all his heartbreak and woes: a wife. 

Shiva was her name. Of snow, or ice, or some other facet. A daughter of the Winter Court. Little else did he know of her, other than she was present specifically for the occasion to meet him. Ceallach weaved through the crowd to to make his way to the dais, where a girl too pretty for such a sorry arrangement stood adorned in crystals and gossamers that shimmered like rippled ice. 

Still wary and not entirely sold on the idea of gaining an instant wife, Ceallach approached, giving a courtly bow and a kiss to willowy fingertips grasped within his warm, heavy hands.

         SILENCE WAS SOMETHING that he was expecting inside a sacred place, however the coldness that was suddenly felt was quite off- it did not match the warmth of that sunny day. slow steps were taken as he inspected every statue and painted wall, fingertips trailing its traces in utmost curiosity. the stories they told had the man’s attention chained up, but his mind just couldn’t let go of the chilling feeling that kept on creeping on his back. someone was there with him. a hand softly flipped the long silvery strands that fell from his shoulder back to their rightful place before kuja glanced back.

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THEY PUT A BLINDFOLD UPON THEIR EYES, forgetting about a past too heavy to be wielded as a warning. They burried memories and condemned his soul to damntion - or at least, it is what his twisted vision of the past has retain from his ordeal. He sees their pure motives as a mockery to the glory that once crowned his head, and their existence itself as n insult to the devotion he once poured in their worship.HOW COULD HE MOVE FORWARD, how could he forget the bitter taste of betrayal and let go of a pain and anger they allowed to bloom in his tainted heart ? He growls at the thought of it, baring fangs that his carnivorous ambition has sharpenned.