@rcdfcxr ‘ hell is cold. ’ reno <3 / still accepting.
❝ cold, you say. . . . ? ❞ fingertips graze against her warm palm unwittingly, a reminder of her own pulse. she doesn’t even look at him, teeth clench light, but bitterly behind ruby lips. she still remembers when winter bowed its grisly head, and when the trees bent low. branches bear the heartless weight of the ice and snow. ponds turned into frosted glass, and diamond streams to jewels, echoing cries of banished fledglings plead for hopeful spring that never came. there were no springs lifted to stir her waking head. no buds and blooms unfurling with joy, reaching for the sky. hers was a world of winter's night. of cold and darkness eternal. but these were such childish things to ponder. that wasn’t her life anymore. not even close.
saving face, the director flicks her wrist, head tilted and impishly grinning towards the rufescent haired turk. ❝ well, i’m afraid i won’t know until i get there, now will i? ❞