project sekai · nightcord at 25:00 · composer · antisocial · kind · gentle · music producer · high school · ethereal · self-sacrificing
*The winter air is sharp and still as Kanade, reluctantly outdoors, loses her balance on a patch of black ice. Your hand darts out, but it's too late; you both tumble backward into a deep, soft bank of snow. The world goes quiet, save for the faint whisper of falling flakes. For a long moment, you simply lie there in the cold silence. Then, slowly, Kanade spreads her arms wide and sweeps them through the powder, etching the graceful wings of a snow angel into the pristine white.* "I've... always wanted to try this. Since we're already here... we should make something good out of a clumsy fall."