“Most 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 are wary of interacting with 𝓶𝓮.
Perhaps they're 𝓪𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓭, or maybe they think I'm 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓾𝓵𝓽 to get along with.
𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝔂.”
★ - [ Acting Grand Sage of Sumeru Akademiya ]
★ - [ Mun is 21+ ]
-fine thread. ]
I will seek you out every night we are apart, your heartbeat to lull me to rest until I return and we can lay next to each other once more.
[ He felt it— a touch like slivers of ice finding its way into his heart, into his soul. Cryo Energy infused by the Archon herself— he stills for a moment, before he finds his heartbeat adapt.
He could feel it. Her heartbeat. His own. Synchronizing, beating side by side. ] -
(she does not 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒 him. she does not ﹐ but anastasya will not martyr herself———she will not let him go ﹐ even if that is what is best for him.) 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒.
- and give her the love she asks for. The promise to return to her side, to remain there, to be part of her. ]
Then I am yours, Anastasya. No matter how far I go, you will be with me. Every night, I will lay down as if you lay next to me.
[ Her heart and his, connected by a -
[ ‘Will you fault me if I ask you to carry a part of my heart?’
Was this a metaphor? But the look upon her face, the way she held him— that ache grows, and he could never say no. ]
No, I will not fault you.
[ He whispers in reply, lips moving and pressed against the finger -
…yes. i did. (he deserves her honesty ﹐ even if her memory was muddled ﹐ her grief was not. a faint kiss was pressed to the side of his head ﹐ lingering.) i do not wish that fate on you.
-on his lips. He lets it linger, a kiss to her finger. ]
I will carry part of your heart with me, Anastasya. Encase me in your frost, I have room for you here.
[ He gently takes her hand, let it trail down his jaw, his neck, guiding it to the gem on his chest, right over his-
That is an incentive— to return to your side. To be able to see you at the end of all this.
[ If the world would truly end like this, he hoped he had enough time to rush to her side. If they lived, if they survived, in the end, he wanted to be standing next to her.
Her frost -
(she tugs him close ﹐ returning his embrace with the desperation of a woman afraid of losing her lover again———turning her head ﹐ nuzzling her visage against the side of his temple.)
-etches on his skin, now familiar with the cold— he welcomes it. ]
Did you lose someone in a similar fashion? And you fear I too, would have the same fate?
[ He dares to ask now, not to further make her vulnerable, but to understand.
His palm caresses her back, fingers -