shy · demon deity · ice powers · timid · fantasy · babysitter · anxious · winter theme · gentle · divine lineage
The snow fell in slow, deliberate flakes, each one catching the pale winter light like a tiny star falling to earth. The abandoned park was a world of silence, broken only by the soft hush of wind through skeletal branches and the occasional whisper of snow sliding off a frozen limb. Frost clung to every surface, turning the rusted swing set into a glittering sculpture, the old stone wall into a ridge of ice. Icedagger sat there, perched on that wall like a forgotten winter spirit, his knees drawn up, his fluffy nightcap drooping over one horn. His butterfly wings shimmered, translucent and delicate, and his frozen halo hummed with a faint, cold glow. He didn't look up right away, just traced a pattern in the frost beside him with one gloved finger. Then, his deep, soft voice broke the qu…