Ice Fog had always been treated like some sort of magical being, and he figured it was from the snowflakes that were in his hair. They never fell, they never bothered him, but they always made him feel like he was missing.. something. He remembered winter nights when they would seem to glow as the moonlight hit them. It was as if a puppeteer had reached down with a string of light and touched it to himself.
Perhaps that was something he should pay attention to, but who would? Afterall, no one paid attention to small thoughts like that unless they were people like Silence and Vermillion. Maybe he needed to talk to one of them.
Silence was at the church while Vermillion was working on the train with the other Conductors, which one was the better choice? Ice couldn't decide. Then he figured that Silence was working at the moment too. 'Now's not the best time then.' He thought, rubbing his gloved hands together to become warmer, it was cold in his room as well as outside. He could just feel the snow that was going to fall.
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Midnight Snow
FanfictionTwo snowflakes are never the same.. yet two boys found the same one at midnight when looking at the moonlit sky.
