Summery: What lives in the old dark castle high up in the mountains? Waking up in said cold castle after a wolf attack makes you find out.
Warnings: Nicolas has wings, wolves attacks reader, wounds (wolf bites), angst and fluff mixed but ends in fluff, bad grammar, SLIGHTLY suggestive
The cold air hits your face when you step outside your small cabin, taking a deep breath your lungs fill with ice. you're already missing the warmth your cozy cabin brought you durning this unforgiving winter. Closing and locking the door, you make your way through the snow and into the forest surrounding your home. Its been a tough winter this year, supplies was low and harder to obtain. the village not far from your cabin was struggling the most. Sighing as you clutch your basket.
Today you were going foraging to find what you could, which wasn't much considering its the dead of winter. Snow crunches under your shoes as you take in the sunlight, making the snow on the ground almost blinding. It had been cloudy for days and snowing non stop, so you wanted to take advantage of the of the sun peaking through the clouds. Crouching down near a tree you find chickenweeds. Satisfied at the find, you pluck them from the ground and place them in the basket.
After a hour of foraging you still didnt have much in your basket. Huffing out a sigh of disappointment you continue your way through the trees in hopes of finding at least one more thing before calling it quits. Right as you lost hope you see a peak of red amongst the white ground, coming closer you realize its rose hips. Excited as you reach down to pull them off their plant. It seems you do have luck today. Right as you place the rose hips into your basket, all the birds chirping go silent. You pause, feeling the energy shift into something slightly more tense. Like you've done something wrong and the forest knows it. Shaking off the feeling you make your way deeper into the forest.
Knowing you should be heading back soon but you continue to walk deeper, if there was rose hips here who knows what else could be just a little bit further. Not noticing how all the wild life seemingly went quiet and the trees began to grow thicker the further you walked. Seeing sun beating down in a clearing through the trees, you walk a bit faster to reach it. until you spot somethung that makes you stop dead in your tracks.
In the clearing stands a tall dark figure, large thick wings standing tall as black feathers cover them all the way down to the snow on the ground. Its back is to you. Its unmoving form seeming to be basking in the sunlight. Their massive wings completely shielding its body away from you. You're frozen, not knowing what you should do, feeling the urge to run but you're still glued to your spot. The figure seems at ease, motionless as it takes in the cool air peacefully. Breaking away from the trance, you take a step backwards, stepping on multiple sticks and leaves in the process making them snap under the weight.
The figure tenses as their feathers ruffle up, now knowing someone was present. The air stills as neither of you move. Until a loud cawing of a crow breaks the silence, making you go into overdrive. You take off running in the direction you came, accidently dropping your basket in the panic. The figure watches as you disappear through the trees. You don't see how his eyebrows frown and shoulders slightly slouch at the interaction.
Panting when you finally slowed to a stop after running for what seemed like forever. You take in your surroundings making sure the winged being didn't follow you. Now signing out in relief once you realized you were alone. You were close to home now. Your stomach dropped once you realized you didn't have your basket anymore. "Damn!" You cursed in frustration. All your foraging gone to waste. And you definitely weren't going back for it now. You grumble and make your way back home in defeat.
The logs in the fire place creak and pop from the flames, the snow gently falling outside as the sky is bruised with purple hues. Sitting down on your handmade couch with a mug of tea in your hand, you think back to earlier today. How its black wings stood out like a sore thumb in the white snow, and how it seemed to be at ease. Its been crowding your mind ever since you got back home. What was that? And why haven't you seen it before?
Even though you only lived here for a year you often foraged and roamed the woods. You knew about the villagers rumors of what lived in the old castle not to far up the mountains but you never believed them. Talk of demons or vampires living in the dark castle. You were sure the castle was abandoned due to the lack of activity. But today made you hesitate. Maybe thats who's been living in the castle all this time? You sigh realizing there is no way to tell. Drinking the last of your tea you get ready to head to bed, trying to put today behind you. You've got a long day ahead of you tomorrow.
The eggs on the pan sizzle when you crack it open. Adding bacon on the side of the same pan before flipping the eggs over. Once the bacon is finished you plate your breakfast and began to eat, thinking about what you needed to do today. Since you dropped your basket yesterday you'll be needing to make another one. You made your other one out of spruce roots and bark. Knowing those trees are deeper into the forest you began to grow nervous at the thought of possibly seeing the winged creature once again. Would it attack if it saw you again? It didn't chase you when you ran. Pushing the thoughts away you pick up your dirty plate and place it into the sink before making your way towards the door, Your bag already packed of tools and supplies you'll be needing to gather the root and bark for your new basket. You breathe out a huff of air once you see the sky. Cloudy. It seems like it will snow tonight, So much for sunny.
The familiar sound of snow crunching under your feet is heard as you walk in silence, you're feet start to ache from the cold seeping past your socks. You realize you are where you last saw the winged creature. Swallowing the lump in your throat you continue on past the clearing and into the thick forest. Your eyes light up when you see the spruce trees come into view. Setting your bag down as you crouch, you reach inside and pull out the handmade metal plires and got to work. Digging up the roots you begin cutting them and placing them into your bag. After awhile your hands start to get tired but you continued to work, until the sound of a low growl makes you freeze. afraid to turn around, you clutch the metal plires harder when you feel your palms begin to sweat.
Hearing another louder growl makes you finally turn to be met with 3 wolves growling at your crouching form. Feeling fear pass through your body, you're unsure of what to do. Your hands tighten on the pliers as you slowly raise to your feet. Your movement making the wolves growl more. Taking a slight step backwards made the largest wolf of the 3 trigger. The beast bolts towards you, knocking you to the ground, making you yelp as you hit the icy snow. Your hands reach up to try and push the feral wolf off if you as it bites your arm. You yell out as its jaw clamps closed. The other two cage you in. The wolf on the left biting your side where your ribs are. Struggling to keep fighting the feral animals you began to lose conscious. Before your eyes close you see a blur of black. The weight now being lifted off of your chest where the wolf once stood. Hearing shuffling coming closer as you finally give into the darkness.
The crackling of fire is the first thing you hear. Your eyes still closed as you feel the warmth and softness of the material beneath you. Shifting makes you slightly gasp from the sudden throbing pain in your side "careful" a whisper of a voice broke the silence. Pausing, you open your eyes and is met with a dark room. Walls covered in warm light from the fire place. Searching the room for the source of the voice, you a outline of something standing near the door. Squinting, you see it move closer. Realizing it was much more larger then you originally thought. His black feathers almost glow from the warm light, wings stretch above his head and down his back, the bottom dragging across the floor. Your fear stills as your gaze catches his face. His eyes immediately drop to the floor. His expression almost... nervous? Bashful? His features contrasting his towering feathers.
It softens your fear. His gaze raises to meet yours. His eyes flickering to your wounds before making eye contact again "I need to rewrap your bandages" his voice is quiet as he studies your expression. Hesitant to come closer. You look down at your arm taking in the bandage, before looking at your side. He bandaged you up. Looking back up towards him you hesitantly nod. He slowly steps closer, almost in the same way you would to not spook a small animal. He reaches for the new bandages next to you on the table as he hovers close to the bed "I..." he trails off "can I sit?" After I moment of silence you finally nod slowly, still not sure of this man. Or whatever he was.
He takes a seat and reaches out to your arm, gently grasping it. His large pale hands feel cold to the touch, grazing across your skin like a ghost. He unwraps your old bandage letting you see the wound for the first time. You wince "three wolves attacked you down the mountain" you look up towards him to see him already looking at you "...I couldn't just leave you there" he discards your old bangage and begins to wrap the new one. His gentle touch had surprised you, you didn't expect this from him at all. "Can I lift your shirt?" The question breaks you from your thoughts. you hesitate but eventually nod, knowing you couldn't change your bandage on your ribs yourself even if you tried.
He lifts your shirt just below your chest, His finger tips brush against your skin in the process. You feel your skin heat up. As hes unwrapping your bandages you look up towards his face, seeing it a darker shade of red then it was a second ago. Feeling your gaze on him, he grows more fidgety as he avoids eye contact and keeping them strained on wrapping the white material. After wrapping you up he pulls your shirt down, fixing it back to the way it was.
He stands and creates distance between him and the bed you're on. He clears his throat "are you hungry? Its been hours since you have been awake" frowning your eyebrows 'hours?' You ponder as you look towards the window, the sky is dark and you can tell its snowing pretty hard. Turning back to him you try to sit up but a sharp pain shoots through your side making you wince. The winged man protests urgently "please stay laying down. You need to rest" he begins towards the door "ill go make you some food" he takes a final glance at you before closing the door.
After it clicked close your gaze still lingers on the door. A hurricane of thoughts whirl in your mind. The situation felt so unreal and strange, if he haven't saved you that morning you would've died. The thought makes you shutter. When you first saw him in the forest you ran from him, your heart sinks with regret hoping it didn't hurt his feelings. A sharp pain runs through your side, you groan now remembering the state you're in. Its going to be awhile.
Two days past, they blurred together as you sleep through most of it. Body exhausted and desperately trying to heal from the wounds. He watches you from the door, taking in your sleeping face and bandaged arm that slips from the warm fur blanket. He signs, there hasn't been someone in his castle in years. It feels foreign to have another being around, he almost doesn't know what to do with himself. Worry is bedded deep in Nichos chest, worried you won't make it through the healing process. You've been sleeping alot since you got attacked, meaning he's needed to change your bandages while you're sleeping. Trying not to stare at your relaxed face, he ignores the fact he's worried in the first place.
The sun is high in the sky as its warm light shines into the room, making it seem inviting. Cracking your eyes open you see the fireplace is dim, its glowing embers dying slowly. Looking around the room you notice a plate of bread and strawberries. The berries are juicy and red, your expression turns to confusion at the strawberries. Where did he get such nice berries in the middle of winter?
"I grow them in the castle" Nicholas's voice cuts through the morning air, making you look to him standing in the door. He itches the back of his neck, suddenly nervous at the attention "I grow fruit and vegetables in the castles green house" he looks towards the bread and strawberries "go ahead, eat. don't worry I have plenty" he offers a small smile that almost felt like a luxury to see. Looking down to the plate in your hand, you began to eat. Realizing how hungry you actually were. His eyes follow your movements, happy to see actual evidence of you being alive and well.
"How's your wounds feeling?" You look up to see hes finally entered the room, his eyes flickering to the blanket your bandages were under. "They-" coughing and clearing your throat you struggle to use your voice. He steps foward and grabs the glass of water on the nightstand where the plate once was. Taking it you chug it from thirst. "They are feeling better. Im still in pain but im healing slowly" he smiles in relief as he takes the now empty glass from your hands. "Thats good to hear" silence stretches across the two of you as you finally are able to take him in properly in the sunlight. His black wings stand tall as they contrast to his pale skin, his brown eyes are warm and kind, now being able to completly see him, Hes beautiful, Hauntingly so. Realizing your staring at him he bites his lip and backs away "i-ill be right back" he rushes out the door, leaving you wide eyed staring at the now closed door. You huff a defeated breath of air, you scared him off.
That is until you hear footsteps coming up to the door. they stop, there's a few seconds of silence before the door finally opens. Nicolas stands tall in the doorframe as he holds something slightly behind his back, to shy to reveal it to you. Peaking at his arm before your gaze goes back to his face, he bites his lip once again before revealing what's in his hands. A basket. The dark roots weave together making a beautiful pattern, thin forest green colored rope is weaved into the root making the dark brown look rich. Nervously averting his eyes and gripping the basket tighter "you dropped your basket the other day. It had some holes and scratches in it so I thought id make you a new one" he held out the basket for you to take.
Stunned, you stare at the new basket with awe. He takes your silence as rejection, he pulls it back away from you "unless you'd prefer your old basket i totally get it-" you cut him off hastily "N-no I love it!" You blurt out, making him pause, his eyes wide. Reaching out for him to give you the basket "its..." you meet his eyes "its beautiful" while taking the basket from his hands your fingers brush, sending a spark of invisible electricity through you. Pulling away you keep your eyes on the basket. Almost embarrassed to look back up at him "im sorry" you take his silence as a sign to continue "im sorry I ran away from you that day. I shouldn't of been so quick to judge..." you trail off.
"Its okay" he sighs "im use to it" it makes you look up with a sad expression "you shouldn't have be use to it. Its not fair" you look back towards your root basket, fingers running across the carved handle, woven with kindness and care. thinking back to the villagers rumors about the castle and who lived inside of it.
Feeling a dip in the bed, you turn your head to Nicolas whose now sitting next to you "its okay. Really" he grabs your hands, pulling them away from the basket "i know im kinda scary at first glance" he softly laughs "Plus... you're nice" he looks away but keeps his hands in yours, running his thumb over your knuckles before letting go. His touch burned into your skin even after he let go. "People never gave me a chance" he meets your eyes "but you are" his smile is small but still noticeable. Your heart skips a beat at the sight of it. For once the pain in your side feels at ease.
"Easy now..." Nicholas tightens his grip on you, pulling you up his chest making sure you were stable. Getting use to walking through the big castle halls is slightly overwhelming, due to their size its like a maze. The architecture is old, stilled like its frozen is time, The castle is obviously centuries old. After finally making it to the great hall you let out a breath to ground yourself from the pain running through your side. you look up to meet Nicholas's eyes, Seeing worry clouded in them "are you okay?" You nod in reply, flustered at the proximity.
"here, sit" he secures his arms gently around your waist to help you sit down on the soft couch. he pauses for a moment, looking you over to see if you are in pain. He gives a affirmative nod once he knows your comfortable. Walking over to the fire place he grabs a flint and steel from the stone shelf resting above it, and sparking the fire to life. Once the flames are roaring he turns back towards you "let me make you some tea" he says softly before disappearing out the large room towards what you assume is the kitchen.
Its been one full week since he saved you. Hes putting so much effort into taking care of a stranger. Providing for someone he knew needed help. Your heart flutters with warmth at the thought of him, hes so different then what you originally thought. hes still so mysterious, you wonder if he has any family or friends, is there more of his kind? Do they live around here? The thought of him being all alone makes your heart ache. "Here you go" Nicholas's voice breaks you from your thoughts making you jump in fright, eyes moving to his large frame next to the couch. His smile drops, realizing he scared you "oh! Im so sorry" his voice lowers as his wings curl in on themselves to make himself seem smaller. His body language is filled with regret over something so small and insignificant, it makes you realize how delicate he really is.
"Its okay! I just didn't expect you to be back so soon" your voice soft, trying to convince him hes done nothing wrong. His body slightly loosens from its tense posture, his face pink now feeling slightly dramatic "sorry..." he grows bashful, tightening his hold on the cup of hot tea in his hands "I... i really don't want to fighten you" he admits, sighing as his shoulders slouch. You sign, reaching up towards his hands you grasp the cup from his hold, hands lingering on his, a warm pleasant buzzing electricity running through your fingertips. His gaze meets your gentle eyes, Seeing the fire flicker reflecting in them.
You guide him down onto the couch, letting him take a seat next to you. You look down at the steaming light brown tea, tiny particles of fresh herbs float around in it. The cup is white with hand painted blue and pink flowers littering it with careful precision, so elegant and fragile. Just like him. "Im not scared of you" you look back up to catch his eyes, to find him already looking back at you. His face holds something you couldn't quite place, something personal. You continue "You shown me kindness most people couldn't imagine giving. You've given me shelter and taken care of me when no one else would've, im sitting on this couch because you saved my life. That means the world to me. Thank you"
hes appalled at what you said, his eyes look glassy and wet but not a single tear falls. The emotion in his chest is deep and alive. No one has ever thanked or appreciated him in any way before, he believes his existence was a mistake. To hear you simply thank him means much more then you could ever know. His head drops low to hide the wide smile on his face "i would do it again" he simply says in response. Unable to say anything else. You take a sip of the tea, heart pounding in your chest. The moment is still but full of unsaid feelings. Glancing at his side profile, the fire illuminates his face making him seem ethereal. You look away as your heartbeat rises and take another sip from the porcelain cup.
Involuntarily bed rotting is truly the worst. Staring out the castle window, the wind blows the snowflakes across the window making the thick glass freeze over. Signing as you roll over to face the door, the wool blanket once a comforting warm, now feels almost to hot against your skin. Its been two weeks since you've been attacked, but It felt like a lifetime. You haven't been outside once, lacking the sunny rays on your skin is making you go insane. Nicholas forbid you from getting up without his assistance, but with finally having enough of the ringing silence you give into the temptation of exploring the dark castle.
Slowly sitting up, your body aches from lack of movement but you continue on. Rising to your feet you stumble, grabbing the wooden nightstand next to the bed for stability. Regaining your footing, you make your way towards the large heavy door. Pushing it open, you take a peak into the long hallway. Candles light the way from the metal holders on the walls, flickering their glow across the cold floor. No Nicholas in sight. Taking a breath you finally step out into the hall, walking down the corridor, sock covered feet padding across the rug. You've been wanting to explore for quite awhile now, curious of what secrets are hidden beneath the stone walls.
Quietly making your way around the castle, you stumble across the great hall. Nicholas has brought you here quite a few times now, always serving you new tea in a beautifully painted cup. You wonder if he paints them himself. Brushing off the thought, you move on and continue down the corridor. Stumbling across large elegant stairs. You've never been downstairs before. you hesitate, looking around for sight of Nicholas. You'd never want to intrude or go somewhere you shouldn't. While contemplating, your eyes catch sight of a large painting behind you, It rests above the staircase seemingly untouched frozen in time.
Stunned, you notice theres nine men in the painting, one of them being Nicholas. All of them have large wings sprouting from their back, feathers going from white, to gray, to black. Their clothes expensive with thick rich fabrics and gold decorating them, gleaming even through the paint. in awe at the sight of the wings, you wonder where they are now. And why Nicholas was alone. "That is my family" Nicholas's voice echoes through the space, bouncing off the frozen walls. You turn towards him, there he is standing tall next to you looking up at the painting.
Brown eyes holding deep sorrow as he takes in each of the mens faces carefully, like it would be the last time he ever saw them. "They are my brothers" he looks down to your frame "they were my everything" his eyebrows frowned, the saddness growing thick in his voice. "What happened?" Your voice small and quiet, scared to ask what could've taken his family away from him. His gaze moved back to the framed painting before replying "Humans" Silence stretches across the open room, birds chirping from outside echoing throughout the castle like a taunt. Heart heavy with dread, your unable to reply, simply falling into a understanding silence.
"Can I show you something?" Nicholas breaks the heavy air. Looking up to him to find him already eyeing you with a small cheeky smile. "Of course" you reply, his smile widens into something more excited before softly grabbing your hand and making his way down the stairs. "Whoa slow down!" You laugh out as he pulls you down the hallway. Stopping at a big metal door, he takes a glance at you before pushing it open. Inside is bright, brighter then the rest of the castle. After adjusting your eyes, the room comes into your vision. The stained glass walls run high, multiple colors adore the shards of glass such as blue, purple, pink, green, and so much more.
They Spread across the walls with skill and precision, reflecting coloring along the floor. In the room lies endless amounts of plants full of fruits, herbs, vegetables, and berries. Your expression carries wonder and amazement at the amount of fresh plants around the greenhouse. Looking up you see the sun glaring down through the glass, before turning back to Nicholas. "This is amazing! Where did you get all these plants from?" He basks in the attention shyly "ive been growing them for years. Collecting different fruits and vegetables every chance I can get" he picks a strawberry from the stem before placing it in your hand "you may take anything you like from here at any time" he watches fondly as you bite into the berry, humming in satisfaction. His chest light at the sight of you in the sunlight. He smiles grows sutbly.
Pushing open the massive doors that lead out to the courtyard, they creak in protest against the wind as you feel the cold breeze hit your skin. The sun shining onto the white snow making it sparkle. The snow crunches under your feet as chirping of birds is heard, now open and free without the castle walls muffling the sweet sound. This was your first time being outside since the wolf attack, it feels refreshing to feel the sunlight warming your skin again after two and a half weeks. While standing out in the middle of the courtyard basking in the sun, you feel eyes burning into the back of your skull.
Turning back towards the doors that you came from, you see Nicholas leaning against the doorframe, watching you enjoy the cold air. He offers a soft smile when you catch him staring. He sauntered to you, his gaze not breaking away "I haven't been out here in quite some time" he signs out, his breath coming out in a white cloud. "its beautiful" you say as you take in the winged statues surrounding where plants would've been blooming and the small water fountain glistening in the light. As you are looking, you fail to notice Nicholas observating the side of your face "its better with company" the statement makes you look at him, seeing hes already staring at you. After a moment of searching his eyes, you look away. Heat covering both of your faces.
"How's your wounds?" He changes the subject. Looking down to your wrapped ribs and arm "they are healing quite nicely. I can walk without my legs feeling weak anymore" you say. He looks off into the frozen courtyard with a distant look on his face "i guess that means you'll be leaving soon huh?" This made you falter, undeniable disappointment filled your heart "I guess so..." the cool air whisps through the two of you as the sound of the forest surrounding the castle filled the air.
Truth be told... you don't want to leave. Being here with Nicholas gave you peace you never thought you could have, he made your mind quiet. Something no one has done before. Would you never see him again once you left? Not even visit? The thought made your heart ache. Growing quite attatched to the winged man over the time you spent here. The nights spent by the fire with a cup of tea and book in hand enjoying each other's company, the longing looks when he thought you weren't looking, how he took such good care of you no matter what.
"Im happy to see you recovered" his voice is empty and hollow as he stalks off back into castles threshold, leaving you feeling colder without him by your side.
The room feels a little colder then normal as you stare at the root basket Nicholas gave you, it taunts you from the nightstand, A reminder that you are leaving. The castle feels more quiet then normal, like the morning is preparing for a storm. Nicolas was no where to be seen, you havent seen him since the interaction in the courtyard yesterday morning, Maybe he is happy your leaving. eyebrows frowning at the thought, you push it away and continue folding what little clothes you had and placing them into the basket. You couldn't possibly leave without bidding Nicholas goodbye. Wondering why he hasn't shown up by now, when he'd always bid you goodnight and great you in the morning with breakfast. Finally done with packing, knowing you dragged it out longer then needed, you make your way out your bedroom door. Boots dragging across the floor, like a desperate plead to stop. Eyes glancing around trying to catch a glimpse of the man who taken care of you this entire time. Saddness fills you. he doesn't want to see you.
Trying to blink away the forming burning of tears in your eyes, you now stand in front of the massive door that leads outside the castle. Taking a breath, you push them open, the sharp wind blowing in your face. You pause, hoping the sound of footsteps or a hand on your shoulder pleading you to stay would appear. But it never comes. Biting your lip, you take a step out the door and into the freezing forest air. It fills your lungs making them burn. The sound of wings flapping behind you makes you whip around. Nicholas lands a few feet away, keeping his distance. His expression solemn and body guarded, not at all like his usual kindness. The space stills, eyecontact unbreaking as you feel your world sink "i guess this means goodbye" you struggle to say, grip tightening on the basket he made for you while taking a step towards him. He looks away, He doesn't come closer. "Yeah...goodbye" turning away, his back now to you, his shoulders are tense as his head hangs low. Staring at his back with disappointment at his lack of words.
"Thank you...for everything" and with that you walk down the stone stairs leading out into the snowy mountains. Feet heavy with every crunch of snow underneath your boots. The further away you get from the castle the more you regret not saying more. The trip back to your cabin is a long steep walk, pulling the basket closer to you, you bear the high winds of the mountain, but nothing can compare to the fallen pieces of your broken heart.
The castle doors shut with a deep rumble, incasing Nicholas in the lonely and still stone walls. Hes unable to move, his ears ring with intensity. He wishes with every fiber of his being you'd come back through those doors and stay with him forever. His knees buckle and he falls to the floor, his hands cover his face as his wings weap behind him, spreading across the floor.
Tears stream down his face as he covers his mouth to muffle any sounds trying to escape. He tried not to get attatched to you, he forbid it. Forbid looking into your eyes for to long, forbid his touches from lingering on your skin, forbid acknowledging his true feelings for you, forbid the idea of having something he could lose. His forehead touches the floor, wings draped around him, incasing him in his mourning cries. The cold walls of the castle have never felt colder then in this moment, it craves your addicting warmth. He lost the only light in his life hes had in years. Now hes all alone again.
The fire crackles throughout the cabin, being the only light source in the dark livingroom. Nightfall came agonizly slow, and when it did, it felt like you would never see the light of day again. Snow rages outside, covering the roof and windowsills in white. Your tea is untouched and cold by now, unable to even take a sip of it, It wouldn't be able to compare to his. You can't even think of his name without feeling the ache that settles deep within your bones. Staying glued to your spot you stare into the fire, making your vision spot. Its been two full days since you left the mountains, and there hasn't been a single second you hadn't thought about Nicolas. His beauty raging in your mind as a unstoppable force as the days go by. Tears sting your eyes at the thought of his cold and distant goodbye, like he barely knew you. how could he?
Now holding your face in your hands, as if you're trying hide away from the cruel world. Your shoulders shake and your heart is heavy with sorrow and rejection. You lost count of how many times you cried over the man, The mere thought of him is to much to bare.
Faint knocking breaks you out of your crying fit. So faint you thought you imagined it, until another knock hits against your front door. Sounding light and almost scared to be heard, but It was unmistakable. You shoot up off the couch and barrel towards the door, your heartbeat slamming against your chest at the thought of who could be behind the wooden door. Pausing while your hand hovers over the doorknob, you bite your lip nervously. you perpare yourself for no one to be there and you were simply just imagining it. You imagined him running back to you and knocking on this door a million times over the course of two days.
Finally ripping off the bandaid and swinging the door open, what you find makes tears gather in your eyes once again. There he is, standing in the gently falling snow while taking up the whole doorframe with his large feathered wings. His nose red and his eyes glossy as he takes you in for the first time since he bid you goodbye forever. You stare at each other, mirroring each other's mourningful and longing expression. The tear that falls down his face is what breaks the silence. Nicolas rushes through the door and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a bone shattering hug, like if he let go you would disappear.
"Im so sorry" he whispers into your shoulder as he squeezes you tighter into his embrace "I was scared of letting someone into my heart again" he lifts his head to meet your eyes "and i pushed away the only thing thats worth loving" he inches his face closer to yours and his hand comes up to caress your cheek, his thumb swiping the fallen tears "please let me show you i can love. I beg you to accept me into your kind heart. Though i do not deserve it" his forehead touches yours as he stares deeply into your eyes. You softly smile at him "I accepted you into my heart a long time ago"
he smashes his lips onto yours desperately, pouring every unsaid words and feelings into the passionate kiss. He feels like his soul is complete with you in his arms, he craved every inch of you from the start.
Even in the middle of winter, you melted his cold heart with your love.
