; icy hands warm heart

@kristxff

// robert parr // 35 // gym enthusiast // i am not a graceful person. i am not a sunday morning or a friday sunset. i am a tuesday 2am, i am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, i am a broken window during february. my bones crack on a nightly basis. i fall from elegance with a dull thud, and i apologize for my awkward sadness. i sometimes believe that l don't belong around people, that i belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. the way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. you don't see the lighting, but you hear the echoes.

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pulsingvoid

i like to ship the (ง︡’-‘︠)ง one with the (◡‿◡✿) one, always

#( ❄ musings. )#( ft. vidia. )

promptsforthestrugglingauthor

Writing Prompt #101

“Who’s a good boy? You are! You’re a good boy!” “Babe, I know you think it’s funny and all cuz I’m a werewolf, but that’s pretty patronizing. I just want to wash the dishes in peace.”

#( ❄ musings. )#someone do this @ him

littlezoerogers:

The cool skin on her own brought back a rush of feelings immediately and the panic was quick to depart replaced by confusion. Zoe had started to lay down with his prompting but as soon as his fingertips grazed her skin once more she felt everything rise back up again. The pain, the wonder of him being there, everything hit her and she moved to sit back up again. “Kris,” she began unable to think of anything to say. Nothing could explain how good it felt to see him there and how horrible everything else was.

Kris tried to get her to stay laying down, unsure hat kind of shape she was in. “Yeah, Z, it’s me. I was so scared when I saw you had disappeared.” He took her hand, memories flooding back at how familiar the girl’s hand felt. “What hurts?” He asked, scooting closer absently. Kris glanced up at her, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips. She looked beautiful. He moved to lace their fingers together, needing to feel her close to him. “Can I see your wings?”

#( ❄ interactions. )#( zoe. )

✉️ message from ; kristoff

Robin: I get what you mean.

Robin: No matter how much I meditate, I can't seem to shake well... the shaking. I'm tired of being unsteady especially when my job requires a steady hand.

Kris: idk but i wonder if we could help each other?

Kris: you could help me stay warm and i could try and help your shakiness

#( ❄ texts. )#( robin. )

✉️ message from ; kristoff

Mick: WE LIVE IN CALIFORNIA

Kris: fuck off mick

#( ❄ texts. )#( mick. )

fayethefawn:

“Is it sad that this is one of my greatest accomplishments?”

“Not at all. That’s a pretty good accomplishment. That’s bucket list worthy.“

#( ❄ interactions. )#( faline. )

✉️ message from ; kristoff

Aaron: I'm always right 😈

Aaron: Maybe you need a new job

Kris: debatable

Kris: i like my job tho

Kris: but only in the summer months

#( ❄ texts. )#( aaron. )

✉️ message from ; kristoff

Rory: I could make you a really nice blanket! I mean however I can help so you don't die. I don't need you dying on me Toff

Kris: could you make like a snuggy? that's what i really need

#( ❄ texts. )#( aurora. )

kristoff ------

❝ a weekend getaway to somewhere cold and snowy. icicles hanging from the roof. a winter sunset. bright, blue eyes. walking through the woods. heavy combat boots. ❞

#charmingtalk #( ❄ musings. )#( ❄ headcanons. )#( ❄ aesthetic. )

littlezoerogers:

A gasp escaped chapped lips as Zoe jolted upwards in the bed, her head beginning to spin almost immediately. She tried to blink away the blurriness but her eyes refused to focus and the panic spiked. Pain. There was pain in every inch of her body but it radiated from her back most of all. It felt as if her wings had been torn from her skin. Frantically she went to reach for them only to pull hard on her iv line and send the stand skittering towards her bed. Then suddenly there were hands softly gripping her shoulders and she let out a shriek or tried to but there was barely any sound.

Kristoff had decided to do a bit of his own investigating, heading back to the chat house the next day. He didn’t find anything that seemed to be of use, so he decided to head to the hospital, wanting to check on Zoe the others. He managed to find her room, peeking his head around the corner. No sooner had Kris looked did she wake, ripping the drip line out of her body. He rushed to her bed, gently urging her to lay back down. “H-Hey, it’s just me, sorry, Zoe.” He sat down, gaze flickering to where her hand trembled slightly. He reached out slowly, fingertips grazing her skin. “I’m right here.”

#( zoe. )#( ❄ interactions. )

✉️ message from ; kristoff

Aaron: at least you can prepare

Aaron: we've got a while before winter, bud

Kris: yeah I suppose you're right

Kris: I always get upset over if

Kris: it's terrible bc it sometimes affects my job

#( ❄ texts. )#( aaron. )

✉️ message from ; kristoff

Robin: Do what I do and meditate to learn how to control your body temperature.

Robin: Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy.

Kris: nothing I do seems to help me

Kris: it's terrible

#( ❄ texts. )#( robin. )

✉️ message from ; kristoff

Mick: dude i was fucking kidding

Mick: we live in california.

Kris: you better be

#( ❄ texts. )#( mick. )

✉️ message from ; kristoff

Rory: thankfully winter isn't for another few months but I mean judging by how cool this spring has been then its going to have to be a cold winter...

Kris: oh no

Kris: I don't know if I'll survive!

#( ❄ texts. )#( aurora. )