Romans & histoires White Lips Pale Face Breathing In The Snowflakes

Snow Slope — Lena Lena tumbled down the icy slope, her hands shredding against frozen rock, her throat raw from screaming. “ELIAS! ELIAS!!” The night swallowed her voice. The world blurred — white snow, black sky, cold wind cutting her skin. She hit the ground hard, the impact sending a bolt of pain up her spine. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. She could only cry. “No… no… Elias… please…”

“Please, either let him care for me or take this heart away from me. Make me as cold and uncaring as him. Don’t leave me like this. I can’t… I can’t keep breaking” The exhaustion of it all weighed me down until, at some point, I drifted off into a restless sleep, my cheeks still wet with tears. At first, the dream was beautiful. I found myself standing in a world of white. Snowflakes drifted gently from a pale blue sky, landing on the frozen ground around me. The air was cold but strangely soothing, filling my lungs with a chill that felt almost pure and divine. I wandered through the snow, the sound of it crunching beneath my bare feet echoing in the silence. I saw trees covered in ice and

she said letting go of Elena's hands. Elena closes her two eyes and takes a deep breath. Lifting both hands midway in the air she feels a tingling within her body. Suddenly snowflakes begin to fall down gently as heavy glaciers form covering the half of pixie hollow in snow. Elena's eye's opened turning completely Blue as she pulsed with ice in her veins giving out a loud cry. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Elena yelles flying way up in the sky. Finally she slowly flies down back to the ground feeling really exhausted.

His mouth lifted into a bemused sneer as if looking at a dead person. The horn sounded, my breathing coming out in desperate ragged gasps. The air suddenly turned cold, thick with deadly rivalry. I howled, my eyes igniting with a violet glow. The smile on Vivian’s face faltered, a flicker of fear crossing her features. With a graceful movement, I leaned forward, my bones and spines stretching and reshaping. Snow-white furs rippled across my skin like thick ice. My figure finally changed, morphing into a large white wolf. A commotion erupted, a ripple of gasps sweeping through the crowd. Lucas’s father’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping to the floor.

Scathing my palms and knees. My breathing escalates as I roll onto my back, trying to back away whilst I watch the ungodly wolf seep into view. His pelt is as white as snow, eerily pale with the ends tinged in a silvery shade like the blade of a sword. I’m frozen in fear as the wolf releases a daunting snarl, before shifting back into the human form of the driver.

He froze as he saw her, dropping both saddle tact without a care, and rushed forward, falling on his knees to the side of the small bed, and took her pale hand; she was cold. Almost as cold as ice up north during winter and he was surprised her pale lips weren’t blue… Her face was calm unlike her usual sarcastic-don’t-give-a-care-in-the-world expression, blonde locks of beauty crowning her head, and those blue gems closed. What the hell-

“What’s the matter? Why is your face so pale?” “L-look in front of y-you. W-what do you s-see?” “I see snow! Pure, white snow— nothing more than that.” “Yes!” Ishida bellowed. “Yes! The dangerously white form of precipitation that we Lagodans fear the most has finally caught up with me. It has confronted me! There’s no way I can escape from it. It’s following me everywhere I go.” “Snow? Dangerous? Ishida, what’s wrong with snow? It’s cold, powdery, and sometimes fluffy, too.”

“You’re pushing it, Slade.” But he wasn’t done. “Snowy,” he said, his voice softening as if the word itself deserved reverence. The moment he uttered the nickname, an image flashed in my mind so vividly that it nearly made me stagger. Pale skin, glowing like moonlight. Hair so white it rivaled the freshest snow, cascading in waves over her shoulders. Her eyes—hauntingly beautiful, like twin stars in a twilight sky. There was something ethereal about her, something that tugged at a part of me I didn’t want to acknowledge.

It is her first time seeing snow, and the magic of the winter wonderland before her leaves her breathless. As the sky darkens and the first snowflakes begin to fall, Audrey and Kalix find themselves caught in a gentle snowfall, the flakes drifting down from the sky like soft feathers. Audrey reaches out her hand, letting the snowflakes land delicately on her palm, marveling at their intricate designs. The snowflakes dance in the air, swirling and twirling in a mesmerizing display of nature's artistry. Kalix watches her with a smile, his eyes reflecting the joy and wonder that Audrey's excitement brings.

Russia swallowed us whole in white. The cold was sharp and alive, the kind that bit into my cheeks and turned every breath into a little cloud. Snow stretched endlessly in every direction, untouched and blinding, and somehow that made everything feel lighter. Like the past could not follow us this far north. Like grief needed a visa it hadn’t been granted. Bibi fell first. Flat on her back. Arms spread wide. Staring up at the sky like it had personally betrayed her. “I have been attacked,” she announced solemnly.