#twxjack

for as long as she can remember -- which, in fact, spreads eons for both mundies and fables -- she’s always had an ambivalent relationship with snow.

of course she isn’t the only creation goddess nor is she the only goddess with powers of nature and the weather. but for the most part, the laws of the universe dictated for some force, whatever it may be, to counteract spring and life bringing. it came in the form of winter and death.

the frost of winter slows molecules and saps warmth: it takes life unapologetically and it’s ruthless with its work. yet, at the same time, it’s so incredible and beautiful. it creates art in the weirdest (to her, obviously) ways. with crystallised forms and glistening icicle shards -- it was dauntingly beautiful. murderous yet beautiful in all the same way.

if sohee could choose so, winter would be the best example to explain what love feels like. worrisome, deadly but oh-so beautiful at the same time. you could always prepare for it but you’re never really ready once it happens. (maybe that’s why she can’t hate the season wholly.)

 yet the sprite scowls in the midst of the harsh gusts of wind and the small flecks of snow pelts against anything in its wake (albeit softly). it’s march, far too late for it to be snowing but the tug of the universe demanded the snow and so she delivered.

and she hated herself for it.

it’s frosty in the worst way possible. it isn’t even cold despite the snow falling from the sky. any angrier and it’s almost certain that mother nature’s glare could thaw anyone. especially the one boy who seemed to thrive and frolic as the snow starts to blanket over the piles of snow still present from the blizzard earlier that week.

“jack.”