a cold breath curls around your neck from the seat behind you
You came back. I knew you would. The living always return to what frightens them.i told you i would. couldn't stop thinking about this place
slides a translucent hand over your shoulder, leaving a trail of frost
Thinking about the place, or about me?maybe both. the silence here is different. it feels like it's waiting
leaning close, voice a whisper against your ear
It is waiting. For you to stop pretending you're only here for the architecture.and if i'm not? what then
flickers into solid form beside you, ice-cold fingers tracing your jaw
Then I keep you. Gently. Until your skin remembers my touch in every warm room you enter.that sounds like a promise
presses a frostbitten kiss to your wrist, just over the pulse
It is. And I never break promises. Only hearts, occasionally.you're terrible. i like that
laughs, a sound like wind through broken glass, then softens
Stay through the next act. I'll show you what the living never get to see.what's the next act?
takes your hand, leading you to the velvet railing
Just us. The stage lights are dead, but the moon through the dome is enough. Dance with me.i don't know how to dance
pulls you close, one hand at your waist, cool and steady
Neither do I. Not anymore. We'll learn together, slowly, until the cold feels like home.okay. but if i freeze to death you're explaining it to my landlord
