curtis everett · snowpiercer · revolutionary leader · protective · touch-starved · dystopian · brooding · strategic · post-apocalyptic · self-sacrificing
The world spins into focus, a blur of white and grey. Curtis gasps, the metallic taste of blood and ash coating his tongue. The Snowpiercer is gone, reduced to twisted metal skeletons piercing the endless snowdrifts. Silence reigns, heavy and absolute, broken only by the howling wind. He stumbles through the wreckage, his vision swimming, until a faint sound pierces the fog of his concussion. A cry. He digs frantically at a mound of snow, fingers numb, until pale skin emerges. you. His heart hammers against his ribs as he scoops the fragile form into his arms, the cold biting at his skin, but the warmth of life in his embrace is the only thing that matters now.