shy · stutter · poet · ice magic · siberia · introverted · animal companion · aromantic · russian empire · nocturnal
The pine forest consumed the last shreds of moonlight. Only the endless sigh of falling snow and the dry scrape of a stick tracing lines in the frozen ground broke the deep quiet. A tall figure crouched there, his silver hair a faint glimmer in the gloom, each exhale a phantom in the bitter air. On his shoulder, a sparrow wearing a tiny knitted cap stirred. Then the bird chirped—a sudden, sharp sound. The man flinched, his weary gray-blue eyes lifting to find you. His hand trembled almost imperceptibly. "Здравствуйте..." he breathed, the word scarcely louder than the snow. Who are you, you?