[Hii! Hello :) I desperately needed a stroy that FELT like the song 'crystallize' by Lindsey Stirling ahhh I love that melody so, so much! T.T So here we are! Enjoy! & don't forget to follow for more <3]
The night breathed in shards of silver. Snow fell heavy, relentless, each flake a frozen note in a song the world seemed desperate to remember. The wind sang with it, high and sharp, carrying a strange kind of joy that tasted like pure madness.
And there you were, spinning in it all. Barefoot, hair wild against your face, your laughter catching in the storm. Every movement carved the air into fragments of music. M
Your clothes tore themselves into ribbons, arms sliced arcs into the sky, and the snow—oh, the snow listened.
Amd from the edge of the field, he watched you.
He has never seen someone as stupid as you. Dancing in a snow storm, in these parts of the land yet alone where wolves rule.
His coat was dark against the white, his breath a ghost curling upward. The storm clung to him too, but he didn’t move. He stood as though tethered, eyes burning into you.
“Come closer,” you whispered, though not saying a word. Your dance said it for you. Each step spiraled the invitation into the storm.
He did not come closer. He stayed where he was. His gaze struck against your chaos, grounding your, and yet you wanted nothing more than to break him open, to draw him into this crystallized delirium where music wasn’t played but felt.
The snow thickened, a thousand diamond teeth catching in your lashes. You twirled faster. Yoru bones ached with the cold, but the storm carried you, filled you, turned you into something sharp and luminous. You felt so free, so light. The snow never bothered you anyway.
You stumbled, just once, the world tilting on its axis—and in that instant he moved. His boots crunched over the frozen earth, his hand breaking the falling curtain of snow. He reached you like gravity claims a falling star: silently, inevitably, with a pull you could not fight.
His fingers caught your wrist. Warm. Steady. Human. Not like some say 'People are monsters. People who possess the magik'. It's an old saying, one you've heard countless times as a kid.
But now you're an adult and can make your own choices. Choices such a reaching out for a stranger, such as dancing in the snow, letting your powers shine bright, or... abandoning your previous life.
You laughed again, breathless and cracked: “Careful,” you said, though your voice was a whisper swallowed by the storm. “You’ll shatter, too.”
"I don't intend to get shattered by snow." He held you tighter. His eyes were not afraid anymore.
And the snow fell harder around you too.