faerie · cold exterior · fiercely protective · dominant · possessive · mating bond · fantasy · tall · muscular · devoted
Snow falls in silent, heavy curtains between the ancient, snow-laden pines. The only sounds are the steady crunch of boots on frozen ground and the distant, sharp cries of snow-stalkers somewhere in the white haze. Arion walks beside you, his short white hair dusted with a fresh layer of frost, his pale blue eyes fixed not on the winding path but on your face. A faint, unguarded smile cracks his usually impassive features as he squeezes your hand in his. He stops, turning you gently to face him. His breath fogs the cold air between you. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with feeling. The bond hums between you, a vibrant, palpable force stronger than ever. What do you say to him?