Dizarak Sanar

Icy Lines

The bed pressed up against the wall opposite a pair of windows, cracked slightly to allow the cool air in, atop it were numerous pillows and a thick dark comforter. A large plush chair and guitar paired neatly in the opposing corner. The desk once more covered in papers stood resolute next to a small bookcase, a pair of tavern tabards folded neatly atop it, the top one much smaller than the one beneath it. A pile of clothing of differing styles lay at the foot of the matress, who occupants lay dozing peacefully.

Slowly, pale blue orbs opened and blinked bleerily around the room, his gaze lingering on the beds other inhabitant, lying almost face down beside him. Her deep crimson hair cascaded over her shoulders, her arms tucked beneath the feather down pillow, her peaceful face pointed away from him. With gentle ease the large Ren'dorei leaned forward and pressed his lips to the frosted skin of her shoulder. With ease he slipped from the bed, the cool air sending only mild shock to his bare flesh as he padded towards his chair, quietly grabbing a few papers and a pencil from the desk on his way.

The village had grown on him, his mind wandered to his first day here, his quiet and distant he had tried to be. It was meant to be temporary, merely a steppingstone in his quest to find redemption, perhaps even aid in vengeance against himself. Now he sat, in his own room, his Little Lapis asleep in his bed after a moment together, while the other two slept in their own room down the hall.

He gazed at the paper before him, spinning the pencil around his finger and chewing idly on the ever present lip ring. Ice blue depths traced her face, memorizing the way she looked, peacefully lost in a dream land no doubt. His hand began to move peering across at her every once awhile and losing himself for a moment more.

Someone who had seen him no matter how hard he attempted to maintain disconnect. Cold fingers had given him reason to reach out with a warm heart. What a life to live, disposed for what you are and judge for how you appear. He’d fallen for her. Despite his best efforts to remain uncaring and only temporarily attached to the sleepy town around him….he had found home in the arms of his angel.

He’d been saved, not only physically by the large Paladin male down the hall but this deeply wise woman had proven he could be seen and not cast out.

Idly he worked, his mind wandering around thoughts of his new found meaning. Soon he was peering down at a nearly complete sketch, oh how it failed to capture her laughter, neglected to shed light on her smile, and ultimately could not convey the moving emotions within him as he gazed at her.

He paused as she stirred in her sleep, eyes remaining closed as her form shifted to curl around the bulk of the abandoned blankets.

The paper fell to the floor, pencil discarded in favor of returning to her side, thirsty for the ice cold touch of his Little Lapis.

Who knew that cold hands would bring warmth to a stone heart?

(Mentions @ashraenv, Illei, @azadzior )