You're so cold
but you feel alive
Her hands should have felt numb as she reached for the quiver he offered, and the bow. The feel of his hands holding her own, touching the bare skin ought to have made it tremble at the memory of all the other places his hands had been. But while it does linger it is only another sensation. Like the sun growing warmer as it rose higher in the sky, or the sound of practice swords hitting training dummies with the steady whack, thwack off to the side. He leans in, speaks to her like she's anything more than another student to train, and the look she gave him was flat, distant, as cool and collected as the voice when she replies. Shattering the silence like a boot stepping through Leafchange ice.
"What is there to talk about?"
She gave him no chance to say anything else as she followed him back to the area sectioned off for bow practice. He could speak but she would not answer, retreating back into that unthinking void where she could hide amidst shadows and frost. A LongDark night, she was, and embraced the notion with no small amount of satisfaction. Everyone hid from the LongDark. The really smart folks left it alone, did not brave the frigid winds or the hungry darkness.
"What is there to talk about?"
She gave him no chance to say anything else as she followed him back to the area sectioned off for bow practice. He could speak but she would not answer, retreating back into that unthinking void where she could hide amidst shadows and frost. A LongDark night, she was, and embraced the notion with no small amount of satisfaction. Everyone hid from the LongDark. The really smart folks left it alone, did not brave the frigid winds or the hungry darkness.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
