A/N: 1996, Bryan's parents died about the time when he and Tala were taken to the abbey... In this universe... Yeah...
6th of December
moon
He stands there, despite the freezing winds of Russia. He doesn't care when the wolves of Siberia howl. Why should he care? He has nothing.
He stands upon a grave. Within it, the only two people he ever cared in the past.
He looks up, to the silvery face of the moon. It illuminates his pale skin, his light purple, lavender eyes. Makes his hair shine. He looks back down; to the frozen rose he's holding. He had found it after his battle with Tala. His breath mists and twirls around the rose.
He hopes he is not as emotionless. But he was meant to be. But he no longer is the coldest wind of Russia. He is still cold, but not made of ice. Just frozen from the surface. Just like the rose.
Crouching down, he wipes the little snow gathered to the stone, the moon making the letters to shine golden. He presses his hand to the snow below the names, making a fitting place for the rose.
A tear slips from his eye, soon second following. Only one witnessing, is the moon. The moon just looks upon him, trying to comfort with the soft silvery light.
Jekaterina Mikhailovna Kuznetsova -24.12.1996
Andrei Alexandrovitsh Kuznetsov -24.12.1996
"Mama… Papa…"
Sometimes he hated the Christmas night. It was the night that took his parents away. Left him and Tala without protection. Without warmth. Without love.
Bryan knows his teammates are waiting. They stand at the gates, not looking. Not disturbing in any way. They know he needs this. Bryan is the only one who found his parents…
No candle could burn in there. The winds of Siberia were just too harsh. No use for a candle. The frozen rose would survive the winter and that was enough…