Theme - Snow. Too bad we suffered a lack this month.

This challenge became a follow-up for the Metamorphosis challenge. So, if you skipped it (why for?), go back and check it out.

Dunno where the image came from. I think someone wrote a story with Riku wanting to taste snowflakes in it, but that could be the insanity talking.

More challenges will come when school starts up again. Until then, ciao.

Dedication: Lady Ven'n. I only thought it appropriate, what with your name change and all. I realize 'Silver Rain Fell' would have worked too, but I feel like Zanisha-san just jumped out of the audience and claimed it.

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Empty within. Frosted without. Chained by darkness, I wander in search of my heart. My light.

Frozen Twilight

He'd wanted to for a long time. He didn't remember when the feeling started. Or why. The knowledge was irrelevant. He just wanted to try it. Just once.

Silvered teal eyes glittered, tracing through the shadowed alleys of the forgotten world. The Dark World.

The World That Never Was

He knew the shadows were around, clustering in the brainless activity within the darkness. They desired more hearts, a rare treat in the realm of the Nobodies. Until some hapless fool stumbled into the world, they would be bored, shuffling aimlessly in obsidian mist.

The Heartless didn't bother him. They didn't care about t his queer fascinations. It suited Kurix fine. His memoryless desires were not for show-n'-tell.

He shifted his weight onto his foot, still unconvinced that this indulgement would go unseen by the light.

Kurix didn't see anyone else, lurking in the darkness, shoving the Heartless aside. Ever since the Metamorphosis, Kurix's eyes were fantastic, gaining range outside of twenty-twenty. Two orbs of glinting metal, capable of piercing the darkness playfully.

Kurix blinked, satisfied. No one would know.

He almost quit. His mouth dried with anxiety, or so he assumed.

Like a child told to meet a stranger, his tongue slid between his lips with a constant shudder. The deep red colour blended well with the darkness, searching in pitiful vain for the light to touch it.

The frozen white tears held delicate shape, not one mimicking the other. Unique patterns tumbling morosely through the air. But so fragile, thought Kurix, each one breaking and falling apart on the maroon landing being held by torn lips. The icy caress of sympathy writhed through Kurix's body, nestling in his empty chest.

Time was up. His tongue slunk back into darkness.

Kurix didn't feel accomplished, happy. He didn't feel. He had an urge to taste the snow not in any state to care why. Just felt like something he'd longed to do for years, even if such a desire was useless to his empty shell.

It wasn't often that the rain crystallized in his forgotten home. The urge clenched his stomach; he appeased it. The chill of the cooled air replaced his yearning, a teasing breeze fluttering his coat and tarnished hair. He continued walking. His steps were musical upon the only pure light within the darkness. Kurix couldn't hear the soothing tune, each note lost to his emotionless existence.

Kurix didn't care…