"You're shivering"
The coldness of the air is sharp against her skin, slicing in its conquest over her direction. A breath or two of hot air is mustered into her hand in an attempt to warm herself, quickly rubbing them together in order to create a minimal amount of friction. Her cheeks are rosy with thermal, flushed as her body tries to heat up, arms wrapping to embrace herself against the chill.
Someone of her blood was far from used to such extreme changes.
She quivers, eyebrows scrunching at her weak, useless statement.
❛ Really ? I hadn’t noticed. ❜
——- meme : cold starters.













