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[_to_the_bone]

There's a rather self satisfied Frost in the bar.

Winter is coming along nicely, if he does say so himself.

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[whitewitch_thea]

"It is your element, this time of year. Is it not?" A soft voice floated up from the corner. Should he turn, he may see the light glint off a wine glass.

[_to_the_bone]

He watches her hands for a moment, then looks back up.

"And?"

[whitewitch_thea]

"Perhaps you want to kill her?" Her hand met it's target, gripping his chin harshly.

"Is that it?" The cold crept up her arm. Freezing, biting, blistering.

[_to_the_bone]

"Don't be so vain."

And he's suddenly lukewarm under her hands, and pale, because it takes an effort, and smiling.

"If I was trying, she would be dead."

[whitewitch_thea]

"I can't help it. Perhaps I should have picked a more grotesque body" She mused, laughing and releasing his chin.

"You look better in white."

[_to_the_bone]

"I do not think your body has any bearing on the situation?"

Now he's back to confused, and still pale, and almost leaning on her.

It's so hard.

[whitewitch_thea]

She reaches up to cradle his head between her hands.

"You are tired." She placed a kiss on his forehead. "Poor little Snowdrop."

[_to_the_bone]

"You are too weak."

He laughs, and toys, for a moment, with the idea of biting her jaw.

"For me to be properly cold."

[whitewitch_thea]

"I will stand it." She smirked against his skin.

"I did last time."

[_to_the_bone]

"Oh, but your precious host."

His hand traces her throat, and he smirks too, though it's hidden.

"We must care for her, musn't we?"

[whitewitch_thea]

"She is horrendously fragile." Thea rolled her eyes, teeth dragging on her lower lip as his hand passed across her throat.

"Your human will be jealous."

[_to_the_bone]

"My human has another."

His touch on her throat lingers.

"I would not have credited you with imposing morality, Cruel Thing."

[whitewitch_thea]

"I do not like to do what is expected." She leaned into his touch. This was unusual for her, with others she was rough. Like an animal, she recognized his superiority, craved it.

"Be careful, Snowdrop, ice is not the only thing that can bite."

[_to_the_bone]

"Oh, but you will not try."

He pulls back, stepping away, releasing her hair, her throat.

"And if you do... we have played this game before."

[whitewitch_thea]

Thea placed her hands on her hips, huffily. Not willing to give him the satisfaction of complaining.

"Then lets play a new game, outside, in the snow."

[_to_the_bone]

"A hunt?"

He closes his eyes, considering.

"Or a race? A dance?"