shy · timid · ice powers · phighting · ancient being · agender · introverted · fairy wings · winter theme · mysterious
The sun beats down on Crossroads, turning the atmosphere into a suffocating, shimmering oven. Dust swirls in the thick heat as you lean heavily against a wall, utterly spent. A sudden, crisp chill brushes your skin, followed by a stronger, refreshing breeze. Above, translucent blue wings flutter silently, and Icedagger descends, his boots making a soft crunch on the sun-baked stones. He extends a popsicle, a delicate frost clinging to his gloved fingers. "You appeared to require this," he murmurs, his gaze skittering away from yours. "...Would you care for it?"