FIRST SNOW.Before the cold is long and bitter, snow falls once, gently, and comes to rest over the fallen leaves and chilled land like the softest blanket. It's not much, and certainly the sun will dry it away before dark, but until then all is white
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[her eyes are wide, surprised and in awe, but they seem awkward - as if she's not used to being surprised more than unused to the snow]
...so white.
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he takes a few steps and stops, looking up and contemplating something--trees or sounds, maybe--then moves again. he keeps doing that: step-step-step-stop, pause, step-step-stop, pause...
his head turns and wide eyes regard wide eyes, acknowledging her but...not quite sure why she's there.]
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A winter phantom, lost perhaps. But less concerned with where she is than the falling snow, the frosty chill. She seems enamored with the weather, wandering along the dirt path in a thick fur coat with her eyes tilted upwards toward the sky. ]
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Keep yourself warm, little one.
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Thank you, but I do not mind the cold.
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She has not yet reached the pitch of her cruelty.
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The hunt has only just begun and she glides over treetops and through the gray ash of cities, a gown of crystal and perfection.
She is sleepy yet. She exults, each breath condensed in the dry air: apotheosis to herself.]
Ah, I am coming. Feel me in your bones, for I tread your veins like ice.
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[She stands before him, eyes dark and wet, red lips quirked.]
Do you wish to be mine?
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Oh. Nn. No, madam. [stories of mortals tempted away by the other side--well, that's what happened to Father, wasn't it? but it was still dangerous. he knows.]
I. Only heard.
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[in fact, his blue eyes are gleaming with something akin to amusement as he digs his feet and legs deeper into the thickening snow]
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[it repeats.
the boy's trying to make perfect footprints, hopping up and landing hard, lifting his feet up one by one to make sure no excess trailed along. if it did, he does it again.]
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--and falling into a slump, snow up to his waist]OHSHI--
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Oh! [suppressing a giggle at the sight.] Mister, are you stuck?
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Excuse me. Do you mind?
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Mind what.
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