You were as cold as winter itself, colder than ever Jotaro could be at times, people seemed to freeze over just from making eye contact with you. Your eyes looked dead half the time, like a corpse left out to rot alone, not covered in dirt like a blanket but left out in the wind. You expression always stayed the same, just nurtural, never speaking a word of your personal life to the group, a ghost to the world that chilled out rooms.

Of course, Avdol was warm like the sun, mostly due to his stand, but he himself could be very warm at times. He watched you, saw how you always stood a little bit away, often splitting away from the group to do your own search of towns, he saw how people reacted to you. Even normal people seemed to stay clear of you, you really were a ghost, something feared and chilling to the soul.

You sat out under the stars as the others slept soundly in their tents, letting the air fill your lungs and brush over your hair, bathing in the moons light as it looked down at you. You looked right back at it, almost starstruck by its glow. You could hear the sand crunch and separate under shoes as Avdol approached, sitting next to you, then grabbing your hands, holding them in his. Yours were so cold, he gently warmed them with his stand.