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She is frostbite and hypothermia and death. And she has been doing this for a long, long time. m!a: none rps: accepting {click title for navigation.} {an indie rise of the guardians powerswap AU, in which tooth has dominion over ice and frost, along with various other changes. please read the page 'fey' for more info.}

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[feyoffrost]

ravusatrum:

            “No? My your words do you justice I’m sure.                For what am I against such a being as yourself?”

     Fears are quite fickle little things—      but throw a little fodder into the delicate fire and watch the flames begin to rise.

                      "Being ---?"

         She is not sure if she's been insulted or not.  Best not to react, then.  

                                "I d-don't know.  Are we a-against o-one another...?"

[peeblespair]

Photo http://bit.ly/1hniGlN

[thenastyaeffect]

Ponder

Model(s): Anastasia Zhidkova (‘Nastya’) Photographer: Mikhail Kumarov (‘@amkote’) Location: N/A

[melisica]

[melisica]

(by Lily Zaslavski)

[feyoffrost]

youmaythinkyouknowme:

"Nope, sorry kiddo, not human. Why can’t they see you?"

      "They -- I can only be seen by th-those who...believe i-in me."

                               {and that means no one.}

[feyoffrost]

youmaythinkyouknowme:

feyoffrost:

         ”I — I-I’m sorry.  I th-thought you were a h-human.                                        M-My…mistake.”

"Any particular reason why me not being a human is upsetting?"

         A faintly bitter smile curls her lips.

                     "It j-just would have been...n-nice.  To b-be seen by a h-human."

[feyoffrost]

             "I should p-probably...l-leave soon."

                           {the world at large is even sicker of her element                             and of her                             than usual.}

[feyoffrost]

ravusatrum:

            “How quaint—you know of me? I’m flattered.               Tell me, do you grow wary of me?”

                    "I'm -- n-not afraid of y-you.  N-no."

       Honesty, though it might sting.  She isn't afraid of much of anything outside of being a monster, hurting yet another innocent.  He could not do a n y t h i n g to her; a dreamless, deathless being.

[feyoffrost]

youmaythinkyouknowme:

"Uh, yeah. I am. You okay over there?"

         "I -- I-I'm sorry.  I th-thought you were a h-human.                                        M-My...mistake."

[feyoffrost]

aboyreporter:

    How was it he always ended up in these messes. One minute he was tromping about through the snow with his faithful companion- and the next he was stumbling upon something he’d rather not have seen at all. 

     Then again, he supposed it was only his luck to find such a thing- well, more than a thing he should say. A person in fact, the looks of a beautiful young woman who lay entirely still within the snow. What was the old tale- of skin as pale as snow and lips so blood red? That’s what came to mind in the instant of seeing this girl, but of course, the thought came right along side the other he had.

     That being— was she dead?

     The thought had him jolting out of his skin, his catchphrase being muttered beneath his breath as he looked around for any sight of footprints to see if she had brought herself there. It seemed there was none left- none fresh apart from his own, which had him even more concerned.

     ”Great snakes— Snowy, stay boy- don’t touch!” Shooing the curious terrier away, it was then that the young journalist stepped in to kneel down and get a closer look. Any sign of breath should have been seen, yet there were no puffs of smoke, no sign of a raising chest. It only left him one option, and that was to check for a pulse.

    The worst part in doing this though was the fact that her skin was ice cold, and he wasn’t sure if it was from he weather- or the obvious concern at hand. That being death. Licking his lips nervously, a hand began to reach out in attempts to place to fingers to her neck for a pulse. 

    Oh crumbs, he thought to himself, please be a pulse.

She'd expected him to pass -- to hurry on, ignorant of the girl before him, because that was what they all did.  Unseeable, untouchable, intangible -- no better than a ghost, than the wind she commanded with a flick of her thin wrist.

                       But.  He doesn't.

                              Eyes like broken ice and whispered promises snap open upon feeling him form, his warmth too close, and she jerks away, small form seeming to sink into the snowbank upon which she had been prior resting.  A sound escapes her lips - frantic, nearly fearful, chirp-like in it's timber.  Fragile and fierce like falling snow and blizzards cold enough to melt your blood.

                                                 {the surrounding temperature drops                                                    immediately.  she doesn't notice.}

               "Can you -- ?!"

                                          Of course he can see you, you idiot.                                        The question is why?

                   However, she has no voice to form those words, so she simply stares, lips parted, those wide glass doll eyes searching his own for that which she cannot possibly name.

[feyoffrost]

snowflakesandpermafrost:

[Jack knows that now is the time to tread carefully. He’d had enough experience with children so foreign to affection and attention and fun—and he’d spent a good majority of his immortal life being one of those children—that he knew that any misstep could spell irreversible harm.

So he speaks quietly. Kindly. Harmlessly.]

—-I thought, maybe you’d wanna stay somewhere for a while. Get some rest, I could make you something. Just—you know. To do it. No real big reason, or anything.

You—I mean—you don’t have to go, if you don’t want to.

            Kindness -- she recognizes this, now, though it remains something nebulous and just out of reach, no matter how her alabaster hands reach, how her thin digits grasp and reach.  She is not sure she would do the same for a stranger, though perhaps they are not.  Strangers, she means.  Too similar, they are, for such a title.

                            "L-Like...friends?"

              Her voice is shuddering and small and unsure -- hopes weaves along the syllables, but it is thin and fraying and she is terrified of it, because hopes are all the worst to have smashed to the ground as he fears they will inevitably be.

                                                                  {friends did that.  went to each other's homes.}

[feyoffrost]

dieerstetraumer:

(☾☆) — While it had been a slight flicker in her eyes she still noticed that she was upset about what happened to her hands. She chose not to say anything and instead placed her hands behind the back. It couldn’t take back how she felt but maybe she’d forget about it. 

The question caused her eyes to wide initially but she soon reverted back to her calm demeanor. Ana had just surprised her was all. It was rare for her to hear that question mainly because her company was mainly humans who had no clue that she wasn’t like them or beings who were the same as her. 

There was a pause before she responded because it was always difficult to word her species. ❝Well to put it simply, I’m dreams but in a person form.❞  

          Cracking ice eyes widen upon the revelation -- ah, dreams!  Like the Sandman, then, but more somehow.  Ana herself cannot sleep, and thus she cannot dream, but she imagines such must be positively wonderful.  

                         {anger forms within her for just a brief moment                            but she smothers is it as she has smothers such                              emotions for years.  centuries.  an eternity, it often seems.}

                                  "Oh...!  That's...                                                     wonderful...!"

        It is; truly, once she can force herself to think outside of terms of her own form and her own selfishness.  

                      "Do you know the S-Sandman, then...?"

[feyoffrost]

ana is capable of crying, but only very small amounts -- by the time she was reached that level of emotional instability to cry, her powers result in the tears literally freezing within the ducts.

[feyoffrost]

     A girl lying, seemingly asleep {or dead, which is more accurate}, in a snowbank might arouse suspicion.   One grows used to being unseen, however, so this corpse expects no interruptions.  

             She hopes for one, of course; but hope is ridiculous and toxic, so she does her best not to entertain it.

[visoren]

☾┊█ — America. Wisconsin.Truly strange names. The names of places, he gathered. What had this world come to that people would place such peculiar names on things? There was no music to names, no lilting tone or rhythm. It was all static. Flat.

                She, however, was different. She was monochromatic, an object of fascination, stationary but continuing through time—rather like him, actually.

   “Hm.” His interest turned to her, and he graced her with his second most charming smile. “So, a spirit of winter, you say? What exactly does that entail?”

[feyoffrost]

     She returns with her -- well.  Her only smile, really.  She hasn't had a lot of practice with the expression, not in a few hundred years.  It's more than she just doesn't know what to make of his expression, nor why he should be looking at her with something that almost seems fond.

                So.  Best to just smile back, then.  And while it is small, shuddering, weak and skin-deep at best, it is something.

                           "Oh.  I s-spread the cold, and the s-snow and...everything that Winter e-entails a-across the world."  Her hand lifts, a snowflake forming and then dancing above the alabaster skin in demonstration.  "I can c-cause others to r-remember pleasant th-things..."  And, with that, she blows the snowflake towards him.  When it meets his face {his nose, specifically} it will summon such a memory.

          It is one of her best powers.

[visoren]

☾┊█ — A smile lights on his face as he examines her; not a prying gaze, but certainly curious.

               ”A pleasure, milady.”

                          Then he pauses, the grin on his face flickering to something more sheepish. “I, ah, have a confession, actually. I’ve no idea where I am. Last I knew, I was meandering through the desert and then I overestimated when I shifted… Oh, never mind that. Point is, I’ve no clue where I landed, and while I don’t exactly have anywhere I need to be, wouldn’t hurt to get my bearings.”

[feyoffrost]

         A pleasure?

                The intelligent part of her knows it's likely more politeness than sincerity, but there is a small part of her that celebrates and shrinks all at once.  Meeting her is no pleasure and she knows it, but it is nice to pretend.

         "O-Oh.  Y-You're in America.  Wisconsin, at the m-moment."  She'd been running through and releasing snow as part of her duty, buying children snow days left and right, reasonably happy, actually.