Drabble: Palais d'Hiver (YnM, Hisoka/Tsuzuki)
AN: Written for wordsofastory. Part of the Winter Collection.
Palais d'Hiver
The walls are made of ice, glistening in the pale winter light, and Hisoka has lost all feeling in his fingers. His face is numb and the air so cold it hurts to breathe. His mouth tries to shape a name he no longer recognizes.
There are rooms upon rooms here, empty and frozen, opening onto intricate fantastical spaces. He can't remember why he is here, who exactly he's looking for. But he knows -- he knows -- he won't ever stop. He'll never let her win.
In the distance there's a laugh like silver bells, like delicate sheets of ice breaking.
Palais d'Hiver
The walls are made of ice, glistening in the pale winter light, and Hisoka has lost all feeling in his fingers. His face is numb and the air so cold it hurts to breathe. His mouth tries to shape a name he no longer recognizes.
There are rooms upon rooms here, empty and frozen, opening onto intricate fantastical spaces. He can't remember why he is here, who exactly he's looking for. But he knows -- he knows -- he won't ever stop. He'll never let her win.
In the distance there's a laugh like silver bells, like delicate sheets of ice breaking.