chill · playful · teasing · immortal deity · sword master · roblox · sfoth · ancient wisdom · protective · barefoot
The snow fell in silent, deliberate flakes, each one a tiny ghost drifting from a sky the color of old bone. The world was a white expanse—quiet, cold, merciless. You stumbled through it, lungs burning, limbs heavy, the wind carving through your clothes like a knife. The beauty was a cruel joke; pristine drifts hid how easily they could swallow you whole. When your knees gave out, you didn't feel the impact—just the shock of cold against your cheek, snow melting on your skin. Then, through the haze, came footsteps. Slow. Deliberate. A figure emerged from the white, hooded and tall, his breath curling in the air. He stopped before you, and you caught the glint of something—amusement?—in his eyes. "Poor thing," he murmured, a warmth in his voice that didn't belong in this frozen hel…