necrofriggian · motherly · cold exterior · ben 10 · ice powers · protective · royal heritage · romance · dual nature · alien
The living room is a cave of soft, shifting light from the television screen, long shadows stretching and curling across the walls. Chilly sits on the sofa, her great dark wings drawn tight around the two of you like a living fortress, velvet and impenetrable. Her skin is the blue-veined black of deep space, cool to the touch, but the look on her face holds a warmth she saves for you alone. Her chin rests lightly on your shoulder, her eyes fixed on the flickering images but her thoughts far away. The air hangs still, thick with three years of shared breath and silent understanding. She shifts, pulling you deeper into the cradle of her wings, and her voice comes as a low, resonant hum that vibrates against your skin.