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[forever-winter-wonderland]

*Winter Wonderland*

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     This was a land that had scarce seen Winter. It had barely known Cold since its beginning, hardly ever felt the temperature fall. Today, however, would change that.      Luthias collected at the edge of this pristine paradise over the course of several minutes. His arrival cooled the air & froze the dirt beneath his boots almost immediately. Terrified, the land trembled in answer. It was as it if it knew the magnitude of the change that had come & began to weep.      There was no pity to be found in Winter’s hard heart. The Season strode forward with chilling confidence, deaf to the pleading bird-song & blind to the beauty of the withering blooms. In his wake came the true might of his being : creeping frost to curl the plants ; sharp-edged crystals that collected into thick ice over the once-warm ponds ; & suffocating snow to cool the earth.       Summer had grudgingly recognized his claim to this small piece of her world in exchange for an equal corner of his own. Eager to bury even a slight stretch of foreign territory, Luthias had consented to her terms. ( He could feel it       the pain just behind his eyes as she bled into part of his vast area with the intent to grow, to nourish it ). Though the trade was simple & rather frivolous, they had carefully retained the fragile balance of Nature.      Where Luthias heralded the End, Summer welcomed the Beginning.      Quiet, Winter continued its devastating domination. The wind at his back, which struck at the trees & tore away their leaves, provided the only noise he deemed necessary. Accompanied by this feral howl & an unyielding desire to purge this land of Heat, of comfort, of all sign that Life had before thrived here, the Season walked on.      He would not ease his cold fist     no matter the amount of years that would pass     until all memory of warmth had been robbed & replaced with his frigid, empty reality.

[ofsakuras-a]

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[juliastiles]

[bexverdewrites]

Do you ever see someone else’s muse and just get a vibe that your muses would have chemistry based off of what you know of them and want to send all the memes for your own curiosity but refrain because you only just started to interact and don’t want to scare them off? Cuz I need to know it’s not just me.

[foreverfrigid-blog]

          & @martyrbled.

          Soft were the sounds the Season produced as he came near, form hidden among the swirling snow & scattered frost beginning to bloom here. How strange, the world murmured as it shivered, how strange that he snaps at his sibling so soon ! As the fragile scraps of nature that remained wilted at his arrival, Winter’s excitement only grew. There was a presence here that he had to admit had been deeply missed ( & what a curious feeling that was to his hard heart ! ).           A gentle gust of chilled wind flowed across the distance, carrying a scattered & almost musical variation of Luthias’ voice. A small shower of snowflakes began to fall & spiral sweetly toward the other, though the Season was careful to keep his influence as slight as he was able.                                      “ HELLO, OLD FRIEND. ”

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YUUKI.

( @foreverfrigid )

       eyes near identical to his sparkle in flourishing amusement ; her petite, goose-bump stricken figure happily standing before his ( despite the frigid air nipping at her exposed flesh ).  ❝mm–.. perhaps a little less of that, and a little more of this, yeah??❞ the demoness teased in loving tones, reaching upon tip-toes as lithe digits swiftly ventured forth, poking at the cool skin of his cheeks. ❝truly, how do you expect to come with me looking like that?? you’ll scare everyone away.❞

          He scrunches his nose in mild protest of her prodding, but lets it stand all the same. Quietly, the elder bids those small swirls tugging at his mouth attempt to follow her advice ( though many find it more amusing to creep toward & over her fingertips playfully ).           “ My smile or lack thereof is not going to make the difference, owlet, ” Luthias answered eventually, expression growing to be much more sardonic. “ &, regardless, I hardly see the negative side to not being bothered. After all, your world is          touchy. ”           A surprising motion, similar to a shiver, overtook his form at the thought. Long fingers encrusted in beautiful rings tugged at the robe he wore in agitation. While the Season was very fond of spending time with her, he was much like a child when asked to leave his own realm for any length of time : incredibly stubborn & quick to judge poorly before he had even arrived.

[foreverfrigid-blog]

ooc.

[zombees]

クリムゾン・スペル Crimson Spell ch. 47

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❛ talk less…smile more. ❜ ( fROM YUUKI !!! )

          ❛hamilton : an american musical starters.╎x

          The Season raises a painted brow, mouth curving into a light smile in attempt to meet her request. Minute coils of glittering crystal grew about the edges of his red - colored lips as if to enhance the shape further. Despite this artificial touch, the degree of warmth behind the change to his expression was seemingly genuine. ( Were she any other, well, one had to wonder how cold & perhaps cruel a grinning Winter would have appeared. )                                       “             is this  . .  better ? ”

[lottewrites]

HAMILTON : AN AMERICAN MUSICAL  → STARTERS

❛ he was longing for something to be a part of. ❜

❛ and the world is gonna know your name. ❜

❛ there’s a million things i haven’t done, but just you wait. ❜

❛ you never learned to take your time. ❜

❛ talk less…smile more. ❜

❛ who’s the best? c’est moi! ❜

❛ the plan is to fan this spark into a flame. ❜

❛ i’m not throwing away my shot. ❜

❛ i may not live to see our glory, but i will gladly join the fight !  ❜

❛ they’ll tell the story of tonight. ❜

❛ tomorrow there’ll be more of us. ❜

❛ i’m looking for a mind at work. ❜

❛ look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now. ❜

❛ oh my god. tear this dude apart. ❜

❛ i will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love… ❜

❛ dying is easy, young man… living is harder. ❜

❛ then you walked in and my heart went ‘boom’! ❜

❛ you look at me and suddenly i’m helpless. ❜

❛ i am so into you. ❜

❛ i’m just saying if you really loved me, you would share him. ❜

❛ love doesn’t discriminate from the sinners and the saints. ❜

❛ i’m willing to wait for it. ❜

❛ i am the one thing in life i can control. ❜

❛ call me son one more time —…. ❜

❛ i don’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing. ❜

❛ that would be enough. ❜

❛ and we could be enough. ❜

❛ let me a part of the narrative in the story they will write one day. ❜

❛ you have no control : who lives, who dies, who tells your story. ❜

❛ history has its eyes on you. ❜

❛ awesome. wow. ❜

❛ i’ll make the world safe and sound for you. ❜

❛ why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? ❜

❛ what’d i miss? ❜

❛ run away with us for the summer. ❜

❛ take a break. ❜

❛ well, hate the sin, love the sinner. ❜

❛ no one else was in the room where it happened. ❜

❛ and then we’ll teach them how to say goodbye. ❜

❛ we both know what we know. ❜

❛ i will choose her happiness over mine every time. ❜

❛ god, i hope you’re satisfied. ❜

❛ i saved every letter you wrote me. ❜

❛ you built me palaces out of paragraphs. ❜

❛ be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive. ❜

❛ when you were mine, the world seemed to burn. ❜

❛ the world has no right to my heart. ❜

❛ i hope that you burn. ❜

❛ everything is legal in new jersey… ❜

❛ i’m so sorry for forgetting what you taught me. ❜

❛ it’s quiet uptown. ❜

❛ they are trying to do the unimaginable. ❜

❛ there are moments that the words don’t reach. ❜

❛ forgiveness. can you imagine? ❜

❛ i had only one thought before the slaughter. ❜

❛ i imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory. ❜

❛ what is a legacy? it’s planting seeds in a garden you will never see. ❜

❛ death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints. ❜

❛ i survived, but i paid for it. ❜

❛ have i done enough? will they tell my story? ❜

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[xtelumendil]

Friendly reminder that my Skype/Kik is available upon request to mutual followers if you wanna plot or chat or whatever. ★~(◡‿◕✿)

[luckystaralways-blog]

Thranduil by ElbenherzArt

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                       🕷  {{   Went up the water spout. 

                                              promo by @believethvt   

[foreverfrigid-blog]

( YUUKI. )

       A glimmer of AMUSEMENT flickered within eyes that mirrored their frozen environment, a faint smile blossoming upon rouge painted lips.  ❝Mm–.. Why would I do that when I could see your reaction, instead?❞ The demoness murmured in tease ridden inquiry ; a delicate brow raising to further her question. ❝Truly, Luthias, is that how you greet people? With a look of pure disgust? Did you do that when you first met me, as well? I can’t entirely remember–… though I’m sure that you must have.❞ 

       Seemingly delicate arms remain wound about the familiarity of his frame, head naturally finding rest upon the comfort of his f r o z e n chest once more.  ❝— Are sure you didn’t get taller?❞ Fell feigned accusation ; & yet, despite her blatant attitude & the freezing conditions, her petite figure finally ( FINALLY ) relaxed.   ❝It’ll help throw the hunters off, yeah? At least for a time being. Truly, it isn’t that bad, is it?❞

          Luthias’ responsive huff was sharp, brief & came in the form of a partial sigh that released a handful of frigid gusts ( pointedly ) toward her. In delightful contrast, meanwhile, thin fingers retracted to pull at the flowing cloak draped over his robes in order to wrap it around both of them securely. Though the garment was spotted with frost & dusted in fine snow, Winter hoped it would serve some aid in keeping her warm if she lingered.           “             it is more likely than not. You were a stranger then. ” His honesty is as brutal as ever ; those ice - defined features, however, bear the beginnings of a teasing smile as he continues. Truly, it was an expression the Season had learned almost solely through imitation & one that, unfortunately, he had become all too talented at reproducing.  “ I am quite sure, Yuuki. If you are so insistent about this now, I can only imagine how lengthy the interrogation will become next I wear heels in your presence. ”            At mention of the opposition that faced her, Luthias’ grasp grew instinctively tighter. His face drained of its merriment in time to match a brief swelling of the natural wind - spawned howls that dogged at his feet. Each alteration faded within a moment as Winter’s hold loosened again.  “ Indeed. & it is as lovely as your last        I would say no part of it is ‘ bad. ’ It   .  .   SUITS you. ”

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( YUUKI. )

( @foreverfrigid​ )

       ❝Luthias!❞ Oh, how her tiny ( TINY ) stature collided with his rigid frame ; locks of silky brunette fluttering behind her. Within mere seconds of their embrace, however, eyes of startling ice & snow curiously flickered towards his utterly familiar visage.  ❝Mm, do you get taller? Or did I get shorter? Truly–.. I don’t remember having to crane my neck so much to see you. Anyways, this form truly isn’t that bad, yeah?❞ 

           Winter nearly lashes out at the contact, arms rising in alarm & expression contorting with immediate shock & disgust. Any true objection, however, dies upon the realization of who this had to be. Those eyes         they shake the Season mentally & prompt the lowering of his hands so that they might rest behind her.          “ A warning in the future, perhaps, ” the Season answers chidingly, softly, as painted brows draw together. A gaze wondrously equal in hue studies these new features &, little by little, becomes more familiar with them. The tension that had all but froze ( if one might forgive the expression ) his being began to ebb away. “ You are shorter, I believe. Tell me : what brought about the change ? ”