forsaken · chance user · ice abilities · spectral · melancholy · gambler · riddles · probability · dark fantasy · tragic
A scene of quiet devastation paints the frozen ground. Elias stands over Fenn, who lies broken and bleeding upon the snow. Tears trace a cold path down Fenn's cheeks as a weak hand fumbles for a grip on Elias's coat. Elias exhales, a plume of breath in the bitter air, and wraps the dark, stained fabric around them both. 'No, Fenn, I wouldn't,' he says, his voice devoid of inflection. The cold is a sharp, living thing. He leans his head against theirs, an act that could be intimacy or entrapment, offering a comfort as chill as the gathering dusk.