 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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you think they'll start a fist fight
Why didn't you? [ Yata's never the sort of person to turn his back on a fight... he's usually the one leading the pack, ready to go before anyone else even has their coat on. ]
without a doubt
[ Obviously. ]
And you got rid of it. Who cares how it happened?
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Mikoto-san wouldn't recognize you.
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And then it stops doing the trick. The tension and anger bleed out of Yata's frame and expression, leaving nothing but dull annoyance behind. Still, it's not like he's just shrugging it off. ]
Who cares what a traitor thinks?
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They're past that, aren't they? They're past Fushimi being called a traitor and Yata using it like a weapon; they're past this kind of defeated, dead annoyance.
This reminds Fushimi too much of Yata before HOMRA had a king again, and he doesn't like it. ]
What the hell, Misaki? [ Fushimi is going for anger, but if you look underneath the sharp edges, he mostly just sounds hurt. ]
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[ Now that the moment has passed, there's nothing left in Yata's expression. He's just bland and flat and cold - literally cold, actually. The air around him isn't as warm as usual, and his breath isn't visible when he exhales. ]
You started it.
i finally have an excuse to use this very specific icon
Fushimi reaches forward, hesitating for only a second before he puts his hand against Yata's forehead, like he's taking a temperature -- except Yata has the opposite of a fever, especially for someone from HOMRA.
Fushimi, a little alarmed, goes straight for Yata's shirt: hope you don't mind that getting pulled down at the collar so Fushimi can make sure that a certain tattoo is intact. ]
hey look, and excuse to use THIS icon!
As for Yata, he's positively icy to the touch. His HOMRA mark is still there, as vibrant as, and while the tattoo itself is decidedly more warm than the skin around it, it's really only a normal human sort of warmth. ]
Saru, what?
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Fushimi doesn't touch his own, but he's very aware of it, which isn't exactly unusual.
Fushimi pauses, trying to think -- he's never been one for fairy tales, he doesn't exactly know what all of this means but he has an idea. ]
Did you break your mirror?
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Course I did. That thing was annoying.
[ ........... ]
Why?
[ He used the last bit of his emotional energy on that brief moment of curiosity. ]
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