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… who had long wept with its head bowed toward frosted earth now soaking up shreds of sunlight that had crept through the clouds.
in short: they are unsure of what they had done to deserve this, but they know that they want to keep it. they want to keep him.
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there is a flutter of warmth in their chest at the bestowed love, a shiver delicately flittering up their spine at the notion of this earned 𝒂ffection. what would often make them 𝑠ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘 in a tidal wave of self consciousness now has them inclining like a flower …
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he cradles his frostbitten love in a secure embrace, serving as their foundation. his cheek nuzzles in its rightful, familiar place before lips replace it, pressing close to ice.
it seems he’s attempting to defrost him, though his skin quickly aches with numbness.
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pleasant hum, glacial residue glittering in auburn strands like diamonds. although they could never quite reach warmth——the abundance of sweaters hopelessly swathing ice kissed skin can attest to that——they still swoon at the gesture.
faintly leaning back.
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glacial companion slumps forward, smothering beloved in a weighted embrace of cold——received heat tingles their skin like fireworks, a series of bursts erupting across the surface before being overtaken by the ushering tide of arctic.
rumbling into ear, “ okay ﹖ ”
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nigh on intolerable frostbitten presence is scarcely viewed as a blessing, referred to, oftentimes, as a 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆. blighted to be imbued with the harsh exterior of relentless winter, tinged with the unwavering scent of salty air and rugged whitecaps rearing to shore.
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in rare occasion, their chilled cadence is not immediately answered with that off-putting, interlocking stare. her eyes hide from the world, one hand buried in the tresses of her hair as if longing to claw out the knowledge festering in her skull.
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slivers of hues dulled by illness peering beneath thick lashes garner their attention like a bonfire in the midst of snow, smoke travelling further to the sky.
compliant touch to cheek answers the request, guiding sickly seeker to a comfortable position.
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“ 𝑗𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑠, @sightlessed, ” digits sidle along the side of her visage to brush strands from searing warmth, thumb stroking gently along brow bone like an apology for the disturbance. before returning to lap. “ you’re burning up. ”
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red willow tea cupped in palms, subtle 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 against coaster as they set the personally painted mug on the table. mattress sinks discreetly as they lean over to ailed lover, knuckles pressed to forehead——and subsequently recoiling at the temperature.
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