 t's very, very cold. It's cold enough that you'll see your breath fog in the air before you, that goosebumps appear on your arms and legs and a chill goes up your spine. You're inside, in a huge palace with sweeping arches and rooms, but it's no real shelter from the cold -- it's just as cold inside as out.
There's a throne room, a kitchen, various rooms and even a dungeon to be explored -- and outside, a frigid, frozen garden, a lake that's naturally frozen over, and miles, and miles of snow as far as the eye can see.
But be careful while you explore. The snowflake soldiers are naturally dangerous, but even more dangerous than that...there's that creeping sensation of numbness going up your arm, a pang through your chest, and the slow, slow freezing from the inside out.
Try not to leave any of your friends behind, okay? Even if they might look a bit too uncannily like some of the statues hanging around for decoration when they're frozen over.
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[ To…keep her warm. Yes. He might have good enough intentions to lift the curse, but damn if he won’t try to enjoy the fruits of these anyway. ]
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[ sierra is willing, in other words, though the effectiveness of it is remains a complete mystery—plenty of embraces have left her much warmer than she started, but this cold does feel like an irritating magic of some kind.
she’s going to kill whoever did this to her. ]
Go ahead. Fulfill your fantasies.
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Then please give me a moment. I hope to relish this as well.
[ He isn’t going to strip down completely—but just enough to reveal a large purple scar opening up between his ribs like the jaws of some angry beast. ]
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What a treat.
[ an idle comment, practically a murmur. she has more tact than to ask about it directly, and to stare. she forces her eyes to return to his face. ]
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I certainly hope so. [ He wants her to enjoy this as much as he does. Not to mention that if she still has it in her to joke around…then maybe her condition isn’t that serious? He can only hope, as he finally joins her side. ]
May I?
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[ as soon as he’s close enough… with the hand that hadn’t just suffered a shock of numbness—though her skin is still too cold—she moves to touch the vertex of his vest, where his chest is exposed. not the scar, not yet, and it could easily just be passed off as flirtatious. ]
I hope my touch isn’t unpleasant.
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It is a pleasant chill. [ For now. ]
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[ a soft, light sound—somewhere on the border of amused and acknowledging, as she leans closer to him. between the blanket and his body, she can absorb plenty of warmth. the chill of her skin, mild as it is right now, must indeed be due to something else. ]
And is there any place it would be less pleasant?
[ she asks, as she moves her fingers further up his chest, more boldly touching his scar. ]
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[ Her vampire nature notwithstanding. ]
If I am to meet my end here, it would not be from the cold. [ But, as it had been in his life, a woman… ]
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[ that one is lewd, maybe, but sierra has a crude sense of humor underneath all her grace and elegance. ]
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You might say that. Certain women in my life have made an impression on me.
[ Scar included, but he’s smiling at the thought of said women, all the same. ]
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[ the playful, innuendo-laden conversation may be at odds with the fact that she is painfully curious about this scar… but she’s starting to get an understanding of what it might denote. ]
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I do not think any man would wish to vanquish you, regardless. [ The vampires of his world are not to be trifled with, after all. ]
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Well, you would be surprised.
[ a sharp, dangerous smile. ]
I wouldn’t mind an attempt, though.
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I could never raise even a single finger against a woman. Especially not to one I already hold so very dear.
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[ that one is muttered under her breath, a comment for herself alone, before she spreads her palm more thoroughly across his chest, her fingertips dipping just so slightly under the edge of the fabric. ]
It is a shame we’re in such a public place, aren’t we?
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It is a pity. [ But he leans in to her touch regardless, closing his hand over the palm splayed over his chest—over his heart. ]
Perhaps, if we were not trapped here…
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[ is that a promise or just some more playful teasing on her part? that is an exciting mystery, but she only offers it because she thinks he’s too much of a gentleman to push for it once the moment has passed. it’s something to chew on, nevertheless. ]
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I’d like that very much, my lady. [ Even if he’s very pessimistic about them returning to town anytime soon. ]
But I feel that you might reject my advances should we return with you in better spirits. [ You don’t really need to keep warm to that extent if the shard is gone, after all… ]
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[ truth be told, sierra misses the intimacy of someone else—another adult—in her bed, but at the same time, her relationships just never seem to go the way she wants them. ]
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[ Although the memory of her lost lover is also a part of the reason, even if he’s not going to admit to that much. He might be happy to pick up girls on the rebound, but he draws the line at a lover’s death. ]
I can scarce hope to compete, with so many fine warriors residing within the town.
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[ it’s true, of course, even if she’s lacking in some depth of feeling right now. the chill hasn’t yet reached her heart, and it won’t for some time yet… but there’s something about his manner, in particular, that gets to her.
his looks do help a bit, though.
she finally relents on touching his chest, his scar, but not for lack of interest or wanting. it just feels like she should, but the way her fingertips seem to leave a whisper on his skin before she pulls away entirely suggests that it’s a conversation, a physical one, to continue later. ]
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It doesn’t matter. He can’t think any less of her for that, not when he longs for even a shadow of that touch once more. ]
Oh, my lady, if only I can do more for you than that. [ But it’s useless when he doesn’t have more than the most basic understanding of magic. If Merlin were here…but perhaps some thoughts are best left unspoken. ]
To think that I have so arrogantly believed that I could help you with any trouble that might come your way…