prisms [mlm]

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cool, pale fingertips ghost across the air. they're searching for something, but there is nothing except the icy breath of panic.

long, pale blonde hair hangs in unwashed strands, curling neatly around a sharp, angled face.

crimson blooms from a harsh slash on his cheek, slowly winding down to pierce his throat.

it's the only colour that surrounds the grey scene.

grey lips are set in a marble white face, dark eyes travelling light skies.

the mouth opens, and nothing but a frost-white cloud of air emerges.

time ticks on, and the slow crimson continues to snake down the frozen body.