#icesuffice

[timebinder]

@icesuffice || starter

Dewey faltered in the middle of returning a book to a shelf. The familiar sound of a visitor arriving had startled him — sudden and loud, unsteady footsteps landing on the wooden floorboards. For a moment, he held his breath, listening for their initial response. Some guests were angry and violent as soon as they regained their bearings. Dewey preferred recognizing hostile visitors as soon as possible. It was best to approach them with more caution.

But then Tilly appeared out of thin air near him. She padded past the librarian towards the source of the commotion. Dewey’s eyes widened and he whispered, “Tilly, wait, don’t—,” but the cat ignored him. He followed her, worried she’d get hurt.

Before he knew it, they had reached the row of shelves with the Rift in the corner. Tilly sat in front of the guest and stared at him unblinking. Dewey stared as well, clutching the book in his hands nervously. The visitor looked... human? Possibly? Looks could be deceiving, though.

When Dewey spoke, his voice was soft and hesitant, but nonetheless gentle. Concerned the visitor might’ve hurt himself upon stumbling into the shop. “Ah... hello. Are you alright?”

[ofstarlites]

@icesuffice / starter call!

“Sorry to bother you, but you seem to ‘ve been looking at the water for a bit! Is there somethin’ happening with the water? Did ya find something scary?” Hopefully it’s not one of those murder mysteries... Teddy doesn’t have the time to be in one of those situations! ( Why be interrogated when you could be studying?! )

[offhirdiad]

@icesuffice || ♡

          “There you are.” The words that escape him are laced with relief. After checking every room in the castle it felt foolish that he hadn’t come here first. In hindsight it made more sense than finding Fannar in the gardens or the ballroom. Regardless, he had at least found him in what they called the treasure room. He should’ve figured that it would’ve peaked the other’s interest sooner or later by the name alone.

          His own eyes roam the walls lined with hooks and shelves holding various types of weapons and shields. In a way they were exactly as the room implied, but certainly not to the degree of anything super shiny or valuable. Still, it leaves a hint of amusement to slip into his tone. “I hope you realize that just because we call it treasure doesn’t mean it is actually gold or silver.”

[hiccupmeansmistake-moved]

@icesuffice liked for a starter!

"𝕿-𝕿-𝕿𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖎𝖘𝖍!"

The little green dragon, no larger than a Yorkshire Terrier, shook the water from his scales as he irreverently landed on Fannar’s snout. A little older and more used to diving in frigid waters to chase after prey, Toothless had spent the whole morning fishing to show off how good of a hunter he had become. With a gummy grin stretching from horn to horn, the young dragon looked very pleased with himself as he spat out his catch. 

Two anchovies, the size of each not even coming close to the smallest of the ice wyvern’s fangs. 

"𝕹-𝕹𝖔𝖜 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖕𝖆𝖞 𝕿-𝕿-𝕿𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐."

[vinterdronniing]

@icesuffice || plotted starter

A shiver ran through the young woman, fingers tightening their hold around the leather sack that she held in her grip. A subtle gesture made not from the biting chill in the air, but a thrill of excitement. It wasn’t often that she and Fannar managed to find such a thing as this. A simple object to most, yet one that was filled with mystery and wonder to the two of them. “What do you think will be inside this time?” Elsa questioned, carefully setting the pack down before looking to her older brother.

[fairestfall]

@icesuffice​

        Although the figure standing in the corner of the long banquet hall was the very image of grace, if one looked close enough, they could tell that she was uncomfortable, out of place even. Wild strands of raven hair struggled to creep past the the folds in her braid and hair net, and her gloved hands kept adjusting her bodice and sleeves. She would much rather be anywhere else; in fact, her presence wasn’t really needed besides the occasional glance or nod of acknowledgment. The night was for her mother to intimidate and seduce politicians of neighboring lands, not for those important officials to humor a princess that was little more than an ornament. 

She worried the inside of her cheek and glanced out a stained glass window to the courtyard and forests beyond. How she wished she was out there, running and playing with the creatures of the wood. 

Snow sighed, glancing downward as she thought, and began to move towards the kitchen before a figure appeared on the very edges of her vision. She blinked and narrowly missed running into him. “Oh, pardon me, sir, I--” Her breath caught in her throat. There was no mistaking him: skin as pale as her own, with frosted hair and glacial eyes. This was Fannar, prince of the dragons. 

“Your highness,” she stammered, immediately lowering herself into a curtsy. 

[telesthisia]

icesuffice replied to your post:i can’t believe my first ancestor is about to...

can you believe how mean she is

goodness, is she really? perhaps there’s just a small misunderstanding

[dcsidcrium]

@icesuffice

“How do you live here?,” her teeth are chattering as she speaks.  “It’s so freaking cold.”