Dracoism
By: ShinigamiForever

[obsession: winter]

Let his eyes glaze over the falling snowflakes, like little fairies and butterflies descending on your open grave. Swallow his eyelashes that are sprinkled with white, that are so pale like yours only because the fire has not touched it yet.

He is warm, like apples and cinnamon and warm hot chocolate. You would expect him to melt everything, to destroy everything, to become like the lion which he was chosen, rampaging across the world with a fire blazen path.

Instead he trods so lightly and breaths so softly you would not know he was there, and his skin is cold like icy fire, and he is glacial like you are not supposed to be. He breaks away the frost and sticks it against his tongue, tasting flavors that were not originally there.

I am surprised his hands do not melt the snowflakes. He holds out his palms until they are white.