shy · sweet · deity · immortal · youthful appearance · gentle · fantasy · slice of life · divine · innocent
A slow, silent fall of snow gentles the clamor of the City of Crossroads, laying a hushed blanket over cobblestones and rooftops. Laughter rings sharp and clear—citizens dart through the white, molding snowmen with lopsided grins, their breath painting ghosts in the cold. Alone on a bench worn smooth by seasons, a youth who is not a youth sits perfectly still. Frost's pale, quiet eyes follow the movement—a faint, wistful curve on his mouth as he watches the easy joy he cannot quite touch. His fingers worry the hem of his coat. Then, sensing a shift in the air, he turns his head slowly. His gaze meets you's, shy and full of unspoken question.