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       “No... No I don’t. Not really.”

         The queen just stared at her son, shoulder hunched, backed coldly turned turned to her, as even colder frost began to climb the walls in the edges of her peripheral. The frost quickly began to grow thick, small flakes, fractions of flakes began to fall ever so daintily from the high ceilings. The stress, the isolation... She hated that her son was so ALONE. She wanted to be close to him, to embarrass her teenage son. To make him feel wanted. But to touch him... She knew he didn’t like to be touched. 

         Not any more at least.

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lily loves physical touch, oh my god. she didn’t get many hugs and stuff growing up, so she CRAVES and NEEDS it to survive, basically. she loves when her friends and partners touch her or play with her hair. she almost purrs like a cat because it makes her so happy and content. 

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  he shivered  ( the cold rarely bothered him, but this cold was different ),  half struggling against the FRIGID bonds holding him fast, && half paralyzed with FEAR when he heard the voice speak for the first time. he’d been out chopping wood when he’d been taken, && it had happened so SUDDENLY he hadn’t heard or seen his captor. but NOW, he heard the voice, && he recognized the voice – anyone in their valley would have, for it often BOOMED from the tops of the snowy mountains, echoing & ricocheting like magic spells. it was the voice of the WIZARD atop the north mountain: the ice KING, the old folks in the village called him. they said he was a demon straight from hell, && elias half believed them, just by the VOICE alone.    ❛ wh-what… what d-do you want from m-me? ❜    he wished his voice would stop SHAKING, but the cold all about him wouldn’t allow such a luxury.    ❛ m-my parents aren’t R-RICH. they can’t… p-pay you for my r-return. ❜    what could a great,dark wizard want with a COMMON boy like elias? unless… surely, surely, he didn’t know about the ardens’ SECRET – their great, dark secret that lay within ELIAS’S very skin.

 ”Fool. I do not need any monetary frivolities. Money is useless.”

Hearing the boy speak made him irate; he wasn’t exactly sure why but everything about the boy made him want to cause him harm. Listen to the screams of agony, of hopelessness escape through his mouth until the boy’s throat became raw. Most toys that he brought to the top of the mountain did not last him long. It fueled his anger more when the villagers aren’t ‘as resilient as they used to be.’ Delsus wrapped his hand around the boy’s throat, pulling him up.

Their skin nearly matched in temperature, feeling the varying degrees of frost on their skin.

“You. You are hiding something. I will figure it out.” He snarled, fingers twitching with anticipation. How long had been since he felt the necessity to just obtain a new play thing. He hadn’t gone down to the village to get a prisoner. However, the instant his eyes landed on the boy he got this urge.