05-23-2021, 08:47 PM
CrownS
He has existed so briefly in this world that he has not yet considered what existence may be like beyond this plane. Youth keeps him naive and ignorant, only dimly aware that death occurs at all. And it certainly doesn’t occur to him that she may be one of the wandering souls who found their way through the veil during that strange night. Instead, he assumes she is only another shy girl finding her way through this world. (This is not to say that her seemingly fragile state does not intrigue him, though.)
“Risa,” he repeats when she seems more sure of the name. He offers her a gentle smile in thanks. “I like it.”
Before he can compliment her further, she asks her question and he tilts his head curiously at it. Had she never seen the perfect chill of a northern winter? It seemed so commonplace to him even in his few short years. But he is careful not to furrow his brow or let his expression be mistaken for judgement in any way. Instead, he nods in delicate affirmation.
“The north is mostly white and gray. But I like it there, with all the snow and the cold. It feels peaceful.”
He carefully shares the memory of the frigid winter with her, then. Crowns relives the chill of the wind against his fevered head and the way it wrapped around his shoulders until he felt at ease once more. It was something like the first drink of cold water on a terrible summer day. He breathes a sigh of relief even now at the thought of it.
“Color isn’t necessary for something to be beautiful, I think,” he says at last as he withdraws the recollection from her.
“Risa,” he repeats when she seems more sure of the name. He offers her a gentle smile in thanks. “I like it.”
Before he can compliment her further, she asks her question and he tilts his head curiously at it. Had she never seen the perfect chill of a northern winter? It seemed so commonplace to him even in his few short years. But he is careful not to furrow his brow or let his expression be mistaken for judgement in any way. Instead, he nods in delicate affirmation.
“The north is mostly white and gray. But I like it there, with all the snow and the cold. It feels peaceful.”
He carefully shares the memory of the frigid winter with her, then. Crowns relives the chill of the wind against his fevered head and the way it wrapped around his shoulders until he felt at ease once more. It was something like the first drink of cold water on a terrible summer day. He breathes a sigh of relief even now at the thought of it.
“Color isn’t necessary for something to be beautiful, I think,” he says at last as he withdraws the recollection from her.
you got me on my knees; i'm your one-man cult.
@[Risa]