Warmth in Ice--Ending“You are a tiny firn, and I was an elf. If it stayed that way, we would never be together. Our species don’t mix.” Bowing her head down lower, she grabbed more firmly onto the spa’s edge. “I’m an elf. I could live for centuries and centuries, evermore! Firns don’t live forever. Before we know it, you’ll be gone. Like this, we’ll always be apart.”Warmth in Ice--Ending by Svitavotara
On the spur of the moment she took his hands. It shocked him that she could bear the chilliness of his palms and fingers. “Be a human with me,” he heard her say. “You don’t have to be scared of change. It’s much better than it seems. I promise that no matter what I’ll stay by your side. I won’t scare you. We’ll endure through everything together. Promise! True promise! We’ll be brave!”
He froze, this time from confoundment rather than from the ice that cabbaged him. He turned away to ponder for a moment.
Warmth in Ice“Why…?”Warmth in Ice by Svitavotara
The frosty essence of freshly-layered ice snaked around in the atmosphere like morning mist.
Plodding closer and closer towards her target, she couldn’t help but occasionally ‘trail off with the fairies’ at the thought of smoke being expelled from her mouth every time she’d exhaled even an ounce of oxygen.
“Alas! Being human…means sacrificing a strong hide,” she’d mutter over and over with a sour tongue.
Her footsteps groaned upon the wenge timber, making the resort seem even more worthy in relation to the teeth-chattering and skin-shock.
Taking short breaths, she edged towards the figure lacquered in ice. Slowly, slowly, she leaned forward to tap a finger on his refrigerant hair. Stone-cold as usual. It almost made her weep…
“Let’s go home,” she spoke softly
Incidental Narrative-End"No, brother!" whined one of the younger men. "You should've waited until they kissed!"Incidental Narrative-End by Svitavotara
"Well, I was getting bored! They're so dense they'd rather play tickle games than get into something intense!"
"Gah! You all were watching us?!" the man yelped. One of the other men, who hadn't been talking earlier, inched towards the fellow. He placed a hand on his shoulder, enveloping him into a hug. "__, I'm so proud of you," he faked a sob, patting the man on the back. "You've finally found someone to love besides your harpe!"
"___, say yes!" interrupted the younger man from before, who was encouraging the woman enthusiastically. "Bro's going to take good care of you! I promise! Don't listen to my big brother, he just watches too many chick flicks!"
"W-well " The woman stole a glance at the man beside her. She felt her face flush. "I don't really mind. I think it'll be nice, t-that is, if I be your woman." She bowed down her head and stared at the ground for a moment, slightly emba
Incidental Narrative-Part 2"What? Wait, you ?" She struggled to meet his gaze. What was this? She was certain he'd detested her. "You care about my welfare?" "I care about you," affirmed he. Cupping her cheek again, he leaned forward to brand a kiss on the side of her face. "W-Whaa..?" She became shell-shocked by the act, but began to notice that the man had turned his head away from her.Incidental Narrative-Part 2 by Svitavotara
"Did you did you read the entire letter?" he questioned, his face still facing the opposite direction. The woman nodded. "It's beautiful." The man's head whipped around with eyes as large as a bull's.
"H-Huh? You like it?"
"Well, I " He paused for a moment. "____ would've done a better job. We all know he's the one with the writing skills."
"Actually, I would've preferred it if you were the one who wrote stuff for me. Even if you're not as experienced as ____ is, I still would love it more if I received something made by you."
Another bomb had fallen. She actually complimented him? Not only that, she w
To the StarsThe boy I like told me that everything in the universe is made of stars. He described them eating themselves, the iron corrupting the heart, the spat out destitution of a would-be sun; I could relate. I went home and wrote in my diary ‘You are the ephemeral glitter in the eye of a manic universe – and I am the debris clogging the arteries of stars as they die’.To the Stars by BloodshotInk
That is the difference between us, in the world of evenings as poetry – he is the star studded sky. His heart is the rocking moon that generously shares its sun with us. He is the moment when you realise that you live in the space between brilliance and beauty, and you still matter.
As for me, in that same evening, I am a lake. I reflect a reflection. I refract a resurrection of a sun gone down. I can only see the sun through smoke and mirrors, and my heart is so drowned in anxiety that no warmth will ever go right through me.
So I look at the boy through my bloodshot I’s, E’s, O’s, y