❝ nobody taught ya how t’ keep all that ice to yourself , huh ? ❞ facial expressions remains neutral as he examines the frozen ground , heat radiating from his body in an attempt to melt it. ❝ unfortunate. you could do some awesome stuff with it. ❞ he continues speaking , hoping it could be an anchor to the ice boy ---- iustin vaguely remembers not being able to control the fire living in the marrow of his bones but he had his father there to teach him , although his methods included deep cold waters , locked rooms and beating him to a pulp. ❝ ---don’t think ‘bout it. jus’ look at me and you’ll be fine. ❞ pyre in his body wants to burn down his words , but iustin steps closer , closer , all until he feels wintry chill down his spine.
&&. // @sveinstaul
