Novel & Cerita White Lips Pale Face Breathing In The Snowflakes

He vomited smoke and sparks, relinquishing his heat. Unyielding power consumed him, and he ground his fists into the floor, sending snowflake fractals out from under him. The courtiers slipped on the now-icy tiles, and Morozko rolled onto his side, heaving. His skin, once white, was now a pale blue, and his hair hung like icicles over his shoulders. Morozko curled in on himself, screaming out as burning light traced patterns on his biceps, carving lacy snowflake fractals in a ring around the muscle.

Pairs of footprints stretched out in every direction like imprints of life itself. This rare snowfall without any sign of melting created a pristine and beautiful landscape, perfect for a New Year's celebration. Under the warm yellow glow of the street lamps, I gazed upward at the pure white snowflakes dancing in the air. Colin's face appeared before me, his dark hair contrasting with the snow and his bright eyes shining like stars. His lips moved as if wishing me a joyful and prosperous new year. Snowflakes landed on my face, melting into cool droplets. Under the night sky and the warm glow of the streetlights, I clasped my hands together and sent my most sincere New Year's wishes to my bel

he asked as he got into one knee, her face filled with excitement and happiness. The street looked like an unfinished painting. So much of the canvas was still perfectly white as if waiting for the artist's hand to return. The morning light struggled through the murky cloud, but even in its weakness, it was enough to blind. The air was of course cold. Breath pales against the numbing air, she blinked thoughtfully as the frost patiently kissed her face, captivated by the soft, dusty illusions of light that sat heavily on her eyelashes. She adored the snow, more so when it was falling.

I whispered, my voice trembling as the snow blanketed us in a quiet, intimate cocoon. "I really, really love you, more than anything in this world. It doesn't matter that we can't be together, because my feelings for you are so strong." His voice trembled slightly, each word imbued with the depth of his emotion. "I still care about you, and I always will." Snowflakes drifted softly onto his eyelashes, glistening like tiny diamonds in the frigid air. His breath formed wispy clouds that vanished quickly. As I watched, I couldn’t help but think how the idea of escaping this dreaded family was growing more appealing by the second.

I took a deep breath in the cold wind. My mouth felt like it was about to smoke. I was wearing a thin white dress that only reached just above my knees. My white dress was now almost the same color as my skin. I raised my palms and placed them on my lips to catch the warm breath. Then I rubbed them to ease the cold.

I whisper aloud, covering my mouth with shock. My eyes close to absorbing this information. “Wake up, Chloe. You’re dreaming,” I frantically tell myself. When I open my eyes, I’m in a completely different scene. The air has turned cold, and I can see my breath as it escapes my mouth. Icicles fall from the trees around and fluffy snowflakes fall from a grey sky. My teeth chatter when a shiver rolls through my body and I rub my arms to get rid of the goosebumps.

She watched as a little snowflake danced through the air and landed on her nose, leaving behind a cold yet comforting feeling. Even as her body ached and burned painfully from the multiple cuts, her stomach grumbling from starvation, her throat scratching from thirst and her muscles begging for rest, she still felt free. As she shivered from the cold, her teeth chattering from the spine chilling weather and the blood dripping down the side of her head and hands, she still smiled at the endless snowflakes that danced through the night.

And then, finally, it settled on a very sharp, biting shade of cold. I woke up face-down in a drift that felt like a bed made of needles. My mouth was full of snow that tasted like copper and ozone. My lungs felt like they had been flattened by a steamroller, every breath a desperate, shallow struggle against the crushing weight of my own chest. I lay there for a long time, listening to the sound of my own blood drumming a frantic tempo in my ears. "Okay," I whispered to the snow. "Zero stars. Would not recommend."

Bad trip, I'm cold! It was as if the air stopped when a woman appeared in my eyes. It is white, and her hair is silver due to her old age but its beauty cannot be denied. If I was beautiful to him even though the skin was wrinkled, what else would it have been when he was just my age? But shit, I saw a picture of them in Snow Fall. I thought it was enhanced because it was painted, but shit, it looks really real.

*** Hyacinth *** The snow was falling steadily, each flake drifting through the air with a quiet grace before settling on the ground. The cold wrapped itself around me, sharper than I’d ever felt before, biting at my skin, seeping into my bones. Every breath felt like ice in my lungs, the chill so deep it seemed to crawl beneath my clothes, making my muscles stiff and unresponsive. This wasn’t just cold; it was a sharp, unforgiving kind of cold that seemed to gnaw at everything it touched.