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âI..â he trailed off, unsure of what he intended to say in the first place. The remark about her apartment succeeded in coaxing a small smile out of him. And weak as it may be â considering the dark concoction of emotions that arrested him at this moment â it was a testament to Frostâs ability to be that singular, beautiful snowflake that could bring joy in the winter, despite all bleakness. âYes, you have no idea how much I wanted to organize everything for you when I saw that,â he continued with a weak chuckle. He was trying very hard to keep it together, finding ways to lighten it up. It was something Hyacinth is always wont to do, after all. But all the emotions consume him, and his light could not keep it all at bay. Frost sat beside him, her words penetrating through the layer of self-control he was desperately trying to keep. Until the touch on his shoulder and her kind, gentle words slipped through and broke the barrier. He shifted in his seat and pulled her into a hug, his body shaking with the sobs he has been trying to hold in for far too long. He whispers quietly into her hair, voice shaking and cracking, âYou donât know how grateful I am that youâre here. I havenât been doing well,â he admitted, closing his eyes and letting the tears fall â liquid alleviation of all the pain he felt. He finally let go and shifted, putting some distance between them. âI donât know what else I can do, I just want everything to be better.âÂ
There was a spark of triumph in Frostâs chest as Hyacinth managed the smallest smile. Her loyalty and affection to Hyacinth was genuine - something rare to her. He was the brief bloom after a cold front, the startling shock of life after death. He softened her and let her see a gentleness that she hadnât felt in so long. Heâd been a guide in her young years, helping her through the transition to humanity and the lone light in the dark years of the Great Depression. Sheâd written him constant letters during World War II, when he was off working for the Queen. âMaybe one day Iâll let you organize my place.â She replied before pausing and shaking her head. âIâll have to be really drunk, though.â
Her smile slipped when he pulled her into a hug, shuddering with the gut-wrenching sobs. She was frozen there for a second, glad he could not see the surprise on her face. Her lovely, poor Knight. For the first time in months, Frost wound her arms around him and clutched him close with no ulterior motive, no lie, no manipulation. Her arms tightened around him, her eyes flicking to the ceiling as if cursing Danu for her cruelty once more. âI know, Hyacinth. I know. I should have been here more. â
Hyacinth had stopped her from losing her mind during Stormâs betrayal and there was nothing Frost wanted more than to save him. She could shoulder his pain, sheâd survived worse things. As he pulled away from her, she could not help the feeling of wanting him to return to them. He was safe around her. She could protect him from the world, from the Seelie, from his broken heart.Â
âI wish I could take your pain.â She had her elixirs but she would not offer them unless Hyacinth asked. The last thing she wanted was for him to become dependent on them as so many heartbroken humans had. âTell me what I can do to make this better, to make this easier, anything for you.â They were old beings, fabled creatures destined to outlive every human in their lives. Where Frostâs type partners were manipulative bitch spies, Hyacinth loved his humans. She should have stopped his affair with Elise before it had gotten serious.Â









