Winter
Akito is like the winter.
Decaying, dying.
With white hands and frozen fingers she touches them.
And they shiver and tremble before her.
Delicate as frost and seemingly unfeeling, and as calm as ice.
Inside she is fragile and ready to shatter or melt.
But keeps wearing her mask of winter because it is all she knows
Summer
Shigure is like summer.
Deceptively playful,
Luring people to bask in his warmth
And laughing when they are burned.
Scorching, yet beloved by most.
He holds his winter close
And doesn't care if she melts as long as she is his
:scalding passion melting an icy heart: