CeceliaMoran

Hands Cold, with a warmth beneath that fizzles out before it ever reaches the surface. It's easier not to fight the cold outside. It's easier to not be warm. It's easier to be cold alone It's hard to be cold when you're embraced by someone who fights to be warm. It's hard to be cold when their hands take yours and cling too tight and not tight enough. It's hard to be cold when someone dares to want you near. Dares to see your value. But today it's easier to be cold.

Beth's POV: Getting to the roof wasn’t as harrowing of an experience as I expected, what we had to do next was probably at this point the scariest thing I’d ever done. You see, I don’t normally jump off buildings. Edmund of course did it like he was taking a slight jump off the curb on to the street, when he turned around to look at me I thought I could see him smirking, but it was a long ways away. “Come on, I’ll catch you if you slip,” he said as quiet as he could with the distance between us. I knew I’d written that I wouldn’t fall less than a year ago, but actually doing it, that was a wh

 The great halls rang with noise as Amondrond brought his hammer down, sending sparks flying into the air. They flickered brightly and died. Across the universes gods were creating fleeting races that shimmered so bright for mere seconds before they sputtered and faded. Amonrond wanted a people that would last. He desired a beautiful, glorious spark that would endure for the rest of time. He wanted to watch their stories unfold before his eyes and know he made it possible. Amonrond spoke with his sisters, Isilloa and Oreloe and found they shared his vision. They traveled across the universes to seek out others to join them. Upon their return

 “Sion?” Diana asked, her voice muffled through the door and accompanied by a few soft taps on the thick wood. He hurried over, tying off his braid before letting her in. “Lady Diana!” he said, scarcely able to hide his surprise at the sight of her in a midnight blue strapless gown with he thick brown hair done up, baring her neck and shoulders. “You clean up nicely, your majesty,” she said with a sly smile, goose bumps covering her arms from the cold. He laughed, joining her in the hall. “I'm flattered. You're brother would be less complimentary.” “Whatever Ryner says or does, he tru