[ME] icy what you did there

Theea

and let the words fall out

I grin in triumph when my snowball smacks Damien—and when he laughs, that’s the real win.

And then: Deimos . What. The. Fuck.

He detonates snow in every direction, swatting my next throw out of the air. I yelp and duck—no use. The weak side of my fortress caves over me; snow slides into my hair, down my neck, and a laughing curse slips out.

I’m brushing myself off when Damien calls. I sit up straight, knees buried in the drift, and dig through the collapse for my little arsenal. Fingers find the packed spheres; I grab one and roll it bigger as my friend calls again—

"We get him," I agree, cutting a side-eye toward where our powerful foe hides, then flash him a vulpine grin. "And then you’re done for."

While Damien starts lobbing snowballs, I take it as a natural cue. I dart to the next barricade—closer to the Warden’s. Then the next, and the next, skirting the edge of the makeshift arena, counting on his barrage to keep Deimos busy while I creep closer.

honestly, i want to see you be brave