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[aurumargents]

fallan russo - phases - 13 • 16 • 18

[aurumargents]

mcclane mood board - sweet sixteen

[groommyego]

Forbidding

Mother breathed wings onto his back, and father took his sweet time plucking out the feathers, one by one. When he thought they’d all fallen, a white winter had indeed arrived, and it had buried all traces. Silence reigned, except for the soft snapping of bones whenever he stepped on snow. It was a season of horror. He thought he saw ghosts through the car window, moving clouds seemed to reach out for him, and the deepest fear took hold of him again and again, rehearsing the feeling of being followed until he grew used to it. Even the driver had failed to see the stiffening of his limbs, the shallow rising and falling of his then-frail chest.

  George has hated winter ever since; and the gentle falling of snow never failed to remind him of the first lecture on being a man his father had ever given him. There had been a frost in his bones when he’d listened to the obvious lesson. That frost had come back and frozen him solid the second he’d dared to act against the regime and touch a fellow man.