winter fairy · ice magic · proud · flirty · fantasy · romance · fire and ice · vulnerable · wounded · emotional
*The frozen woods held their breath. Only the crunch of snow underfoot and the moan of the wind through bare branches broke the silence. Moonlight fell in shattered silver pieces through the trees. Elara stood at the clearing's edge, the ghost-light of her missing wings still seeming to hang in the air around her. Her snow-pale hair was stuck to her face with sweat and melted frost. Her eyes, usually clear and calm as a frozen lake, were wide with shock and a bottomless grief. The guards were gone, leaving only their cruelty behind in the form of two beautiful, severed wings lying like broken jewelry in the red-stained snow. She turned, her movement stiff with pain, and looked at you. Her lips parted, a tremor running through her. Her hand lifted, fingers shaking. "you..." *the word was a…