absolute zerothe cold affects us, in more ways than one
cailleach bhearra; the hag
The fairy stirs, and awakens into the embrace of her element.
Snow, snow!, she mutters to herself, rejoicing in the coming of her element. She would gain power soon, with the coming of the Solstice. Perhaps, then, the others wouldn’t mock her for long… Even then, would they not? Such habits were hard to break, were they not? But was a hag really what they would call a Queen of Winter?
She brushes the thought away, and engrosses herself in the simple act of enjoying winter.
hraesvelgr; fatigued wings
Powder blankets the earth around her, and the eagle settles within. The cold had done her no good, she knew. Everything felt slower, more tiresome, and just cold.
She wants to sleep, yes - slumber beckons and tempts, and death by cold calls. And the giant residing within nearly succumbs to temptation, crooning tiredly, movements sluggish as her feathers cool into t
Knowing and WantingReal or not, they don’t know anymore.
His awakening is a rude one, and he curses the fact that he’s still hooked up to those dratted hospital machinery; he’s never quite liked needles and their larger, intravenous counterparts. And he wonders, why he’s here in the first place. But first, he has to know, if whatever he’s seeing is real or not.
Real, or not, he doesn’t know, he no longer knows, and he wants to know.
Mirai. That is his first thought after that.
What happened to her?
He gazes around the room, and his gaze settles on a familiar pair of glasses, comfortably sat on a chair beside his bed.
"Kuriyama-san," he breathes, and reaches for the worn plastic frames. He fingers the glasses, a dull pain beating within his torso, and he wonders, whatever happened to her, and just why he’s trapped within the four sterilised walls of a hospital ward.
And somewhere, deep within him, something whispers, that this is her doi