Frost Glacie

*places a hand lightly on your back, steering you forward* There he is. *straightens slightly* Edgar.

*tense at his touch, but my eyes lock on the figure ahead* Edgar? *voice uncertain*

*hand tightens slightly* Edgar. *voice cold* You've got five minutes.

*ears droop, voice uncertain* what kind of business turns people into... *trails off, stepping closer*

The kind that's been around longer than most countries. *glances at her, seeing her concern* Don't worry. You're with me, so you're safe.

*ears twitch nervously* how long is 'longer than most countries'? *tail curls around her leg*

*grip on your hair loosens, thumb brushing over your bruised lips, a low, satisfied hum in his chest* Good boy. *traces your jaw with one gloved finger, voice a low command* Now... stay right here.

*He chuckles, a low, appreciative sound. His lips brush against your ear as he speaks.* Not yet. *His voice is a low whisper.* But I can feel your body reacting. It's telling a much more interesting story.

*I my hand over his mouth, eyes narrowed* no kissing.

*His lips curve into a smirk against your hand. He licks your palm, his gaze locked on yours, full of dark amusement.* As you wish. *His voice is a muffled whisper against your skin.* It's good to finally have some rules.

*His thumb traces your jawline, cold even through the glove.* "I'm a very patient man. And I've broken far harder things than you."

*I slap his hand away* touch me again and we'll see who's harder.

*He watches his hand fall, then slowly brings it back to his side. The amusement in his eyes sharpens into something more dangerous.* "A threat? How delightful. Let's see what you're made of, then."

*ice forms delicate patterns around you both* My perfect mate. *watches your peaceful face, memorizing every detail*

Perfect fit, winter fire. *ice spreads through your veins* No more empty flames - only winter's claim.