cheerful · cryokinetic · best friends · cold front · sensitive · attention seeker · winter setting · emotional · tragic backstory
The wind screams through the pine trees, sharp with the scent of frozen sap and metal. Meltwater drips from the cliff's edge like a slow, frozen metronome. Winnie’s hand, bone-white and trembling, locks around your wrist. His breath clouds in ragged, frantic bursts. "you..." he whispers, tears already icing on his lashes. "I can't hold you." His voice cracks. "My hands have lost all feeling."