frostbitcs :
there’s five fingers raking through tattered , dishevelled locks as krys descends the staircase from the danvers-drew apartment . the sunlight is —- blinding , actually . after days of gazing up at nothing by the chipping paint and light fixtures of her mother’s bedroom . and the crock is stifling a hiss as the pain burns through her lids , palms pressing against her eyes and . she composes herself after a moment , blinking tears from purple crescent-framed hues as the watercolours of the world awash to a landscape — there . ❝ hey , ems . good to see you . ❞
the second krys’ face came into her line of sight, emmaline’s bright blue eyes light up like fireworks. happiness flooded her entire being as she rushed to wrap her arms around the other blonde. “krys-krys! i missed you so much! i’m so happy to get to see you!” in her mind they’ve been apart for centuries, forced apart by the environment. now that they were together again, emma didn’t want to experience another long period apart from her partner in crime.












