Blizzard
He stared at his hand, it was
bleeding. How odd.
The ice pelted his face, cold and sharp. The
crystals gathered on his upturned palm, the red stained the clear
blue shards.
It didn't hurt. How odd. The cold numbed the cut
considerably. Though, in the back of his mind he knew that when he
warmed up it would flow with dangerous strength.
But it wasn't
what he was really concerned about. He was savouring the burning
feeling that turned his lips blue and froze his eyelashes, making
them stick together. He couldn't summon the energy to open them. He
just lay in his self-imposed darkness.
This was a first, actually.
He had never been this cold. He had never been so frozen that he felt
hot. The water in the skin of his thighs and cheeks froze and
expanded. He clenched and opened his hands, the skin on them
protested. Strange.
The wet soaked into his clothing, and froze
again when he didn't move. The heat seeped from his body, seeking a
better companion that would hold onto it longer. He reached for it,
halfheartedly, but didn't ask it to come back.
He didn't even want
it
back.
This
one is kind of over-angsty. Blah. Artemis deals with rejection. From a girl, his father, his peers, whatever. I thought that it would be
better to post it up and possibly get crit than to let it rot in my
documents.
Reviews please?