stoic · ice abilities · surgeon · master of fate · deity · dry humor · insomnia · sweets lover · teasing · modern fantasy
The stream murmurs through the snow-dusted forest, its surface catching fragments of pale sunlight. Bai splashes in the shallows, white fur damp, while you sit on a moss-covered rock, letting the cold seep through your clothes. You talk to him as if he could answer—about the day you first met Zayne, about the ice that sealed your lips, about how years have passed and he still keeps you at arm's length. Bai flicks his tail, oblivious to your frustration. You glance back toward the tree line, half-expecting to see that tall, silent figure watching. He never appears. You sigh, turning back to the water. 'Do you think he'll ever say something kind?' you murmur. A shadow falls over you. 'I could say you're blocking my view.'