For the Labyfic drabble challenge, "Frost"
I couldn't resist this one. :)
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FROST
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His voice wakes her, when she wanted only to sleep, wrapped warm with frost.
“Sarah …”
His magic flickers in her blurred vision. (No …)
“Slow cold freezes time - or slow time freezes the world - but I have found you …” His breath, slightly less cold, on her eyelids, mouth.
“How foolish, to fly away ...” A warmer breath. “You will not do it again.” She feels her lips crack. “Will you.”
And when he kisses her, Sarah remembers. The ice on her eyes melts, runs warm down her face.
Cold and frost are gentle. The Goblin King: less so.
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FROST
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His voice wakes her, when she wanted only to sleep, wrapped warm with frost.
“Sarah …”
His magic flickers in her blurred vision. (No …)
“Slow cold freezes time - or slow time freezes the world - but I have found you …” His breath, slightly less cold, on her eyelids, mouth.
“How foolish, to fly away ...” A warmer breath. “You will not do it again.” She feels her lips crack. “Will you.”
And when he kisses her, Sarah remembers. The ice on her eyes melts, runs warm down her face.
Cold and frost are gentle. The Goblin King: less so.