a thick white scarf is wrapped around the wolf, movement unusually soft, gentle for the polar bear, ears pressed to the top of her head. " you don't want to get sick, do you... ? " she manages to mumble out after a while, seemingly trying to come up with excuses for her... out of character behaviour towards the wolf. no words leave her after.
you hate this \ this cold ( it’s freezing \ you could feel your skin freezing \ is this how you die ? forgetting your cloak like the idiot that you are ? ). how amusing \ the arctic wolf that died in the freezing cold ( how pathetic ). so it comes to you by surprise \ a warmth that surrounds you ( was it hell’s fire ? was it reaching to you ? to thaw you out of a frozen heaven ? ). it’s gentle \ the soft white scarf surrounds you ( it’s warm \ it could melt your ice heart to be reduced to just a puddle ). yet you’re still shaking \ one would assume due to the cold ( yet you know the truth \ you’re scared \ where did this scarf even come from ? ).
then you hear her words \ it’s soft ( it’s quiet \ how odd \ it makes you even more terrified ). you knew it \ this warmth ( at first \ comforting \ yet \ it was too good to be true ). your instincts \ act quicker than your brain could let you think. your first thought that bubbles \ she came here just to demean you again ( to remind you of how pathetic you are ). yet you stayed silent \ thinking \ thinking \ more thinking ( remember what yukisada said before \ they’re just… trying to help \ yeah \ in their own rude way \ you think ). you’re too terrified to look them in the eyes \ you’re too scared to begin speaking ( a war rages inside one’s mind \ a battle fighting pointlessly \ between yourself & your own mind \ it’s going to tear you in half ).
it’s soft \ your voice ( quiet \ barely above a whisper \ you don’t dare to look rocma in the eyes \ it’s easier to speak if you don’t ). stumbling over your own words \ some fall to the floor , but finally you manage a simple ❝ thank you… ❞
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