" it's been a while since i've met someone else with such a... cold air to them... though something tells me it's for a different reason. "
It’s always cold around him We need to stay distantly away He’s dangerous – We’ll only freeze.
Cold air: atmospheric interchange erected by the Reiatsu he hadn’t remotely sought to obtain its possession. - An inherent power who is proficiently capable of modifying the climate in one’s abode sans the slightest movement or endeavor. - Depriving him, a mere child of painstakingly raw innocence, of multitudinous experiences and robust connections – congealing his brittle heart, it beats steadily, weeping, inaudibly so, for warmth, onto a thick gelid chrysalis of aloofness – of apathetic cynicism – not so readily understood or conceded. Chest tightens, he anxiously breathed through his nose at its specification whilst eyes straiten, constituting a straightforward illustrative glower to awake, at the outspoken woman at his forefront. – His mind never endlessly ongoing, unseeable gears overdriving beyond its outer rims of decorous limitations. who had she meant by another? was she speaking of herself? A being with unnatural spiritual energy coursing amidst her mortal veins? He pondered. - Albeit not for long durations for certainty had nestled within his wordless inquest. — Why should he care about the significance of her uttered words? – Of her unnecessary distributed reminder that he was a wintry exemplified divinity of death; a foundation of the air’s coldness. He scoffs, refusing to indulge this or any impromptu encounters; Mouth concealed behind verdant walls.
