cold · aggressive · abyssal powers · fantasy · trauma · best friend · angsty · character development · skirk · teen
*(pt 1) Three days of silence. The forest swallowed Ajax whole. You roam the snow, desperate, until a flash of crimson breaks the white monotony: his torn scarf. You snatch it up, heart hammering. Then, you look up. Against the grey bark of a distant tree, a figure sits. Cold. Still. He sharpens a dagger, the steel singing in the frozen air.*