[ considering the number of snezhnayans still walking out in the cold that evening in morepesok. one would think it's midsummer, people braving the cold as if it doesn't exist at all. like sure, she likes nice, cool places, but there's a limit to the cold that she can deal with.
one of her hands lower from his face to take his, lifting his hand to press it against her cheek. it's chilled, stinging her skin. but she keeps it pressed there anyway, her fingers shifting against his to stimulate blood flow into his hand once more. ]
Don't you find it weird that I can use it effortlessly? [ because she does, despite the exhilarating feeling it brings. ] And I'm not even using anything to channel it ... Not a Vision, not a catalyst ...
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[ considering the number of snezhnayans still walking out in the cold that evening in morepesok. one would think it's midsummer, people braving the cold as if it doesn't exist at all. like sure, she likes nice, cool places, but there's a limit to the cold that she can deal with.
one of her hands lower from his face to take his, lifting his hand to press it against her cheek. it's chilled, stinging her skin. but she keeps it pressed there anyway, her fingers shifting against his to stimulate blood flow into his hand once more. ]
Don't you find it weird that I can use it effortlessly? [ because she does, despite the exhilarating feeling it brings. ] And I'm not even using anything to channel it ... Not a Vision, not a catalyst ...