Cold lady, fire boy
How could he know anything else about winter, the only things he knew about it was starving, cold and fear to death “On stupid children believe that winter is fucking magic” spoke the redhead that was strange cold wasn’t as painful now…that was good right? no more cold…while he started to get strangely drowsy.
Monet wasn’t going to help that kid. She didn’t see him as an asset to her Master, so she’d simply let him die from frostbite. But it was strange how she didn’t mind letting him die there, but she would keep him company until he fell asleep to never wake up again.
— ❝ Sometimes it is, if you are fortunate as to have a warm place, food and people to celebrate the holidays with. It can be merciless to the people without any shelter that are all by themselves.❞
