Chimera Fields there's frost on every window

She felt the fur lining his chest brush against her own, the stark contrast of black and white; a monochrome display of affection, though in her heart it became a burst of colour to illuminate the shadows of her past loneliness - with him, she could never feel alone. He was her rescuer, draped in the glory of the night and blessed with eyes born from the stars themselves. Could a man ever be so beautiful? Secrets, too. He held secrets locked in his mind so untouched and pure, secrets that even the ivory queen herself had never had the chance to look upon, or listen as they whispered against the plush white of her ears.

Would she ever be able to unlock him so far? Perhaps. Even if her talents rested elsewhere, she prayed she could remain everything he desired to be. Gwen pressed herself into his touch, cerulean eyes fluttering shut as though to savour each second of their reunion, to cast herself into the assassin's arms without a moment's hesitation. Words escaped her, bleeding from her throat as a trickle of air to mist before her nose; overwhelmed. Barely could she fathom her undying loyalty to this man, who had raised her from the deep hollows of her wilting sadness, the isolation that had plagued her soul and cast steel chains around her ankles.

The Eruna longed to remain there forever.

Perhaps it was foolish to indulge in those enticing feelings of warmth and security, where her mind tingled with thoughts and wishes and hopes; but could she be blamed? The ghost was unable to resist, unable to drag herself from the suffocating grip of love... would it falter and leave her in the dust, as it had so many times before? Probably. Was she willing to take that risk? For Cry... yes. She could only be sucked away from her swimming mind when his voice broke through, pierced the numbing silence and redirected her focus to the woman again - she was younger than Gwen had realised, though she felt herself warming already. She peered curiously at the gift deposited on the ground, and when her gaze tipped over the toad (perfectly untouched, entirely unharmed) her smile grew a fraction wider. "You too, Phex." A gentle voice tipped from her lips, though her eyes could not help but wander toward the assassin.

"You didn't break your promise." It was a revelation that had stuck deep into her chest, and she whispered it to him with a soft touch of her nose against his neck, desiring only to nuzzle against him. He hadn't abandoned her, he had kept his word and for that she was eternally grateful.