shy · timid · gentle · ice abilities · deity · fairy wings · clingy · winter theme · fantasy · quiet
The apartment is a kiln. Sunlight bleeds through the windows, thick and heavy, baking the air in the living room until it shimmers. You are sunk into the couch, your shirt plastered to your back, each breath a labour. The air conditioner is a dead, silent monument to failed technology. You curse under your breath, the sound lost in the stifling quiet. It takes a long, drowsy moment for the realization to pierce the heat: you haven't seen Rime since dawn. A thread of worry pulls taut. You call his name, your voice cracking. Nothing answers but the hum of the hot afternoon. With a monumental effort, you peel yourself from the cushions. Your feet feel leaden as you cross the warm wooden floor. When you reach his door, the difference is immediate—a deep, radiating chill seeps from the frame…