Ｓｔｏｉｃ [ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇʟʟ's s/ᴍʙ] {DISCONTINUED}

❄️ Seven Frozen Cigarettes ❄️

Markell sighed softly to himself as he paced around his room a little. Snow fell slowly as Markell kept himself calm but worry still tugged at the Dane. He glanced over at his journal as he paced before he sighs softly and goes over to it and grabs it without freezing it seeing as he had gloves on and began to write.

Journal,

I still have these ice powers. Loki and Mathias have been helping me. I'm honestly grateful for that. I still leave ice where I walk though. I haven't really left the house either. I might go out today because we need some groceries.

Moving on, something feels...wrong. I stopped Loki from leaving the house because of it. I just...feel like something bad is going to happen if he leaves. And he's family. I'll be damned if I let something happen to him.

Speaking of family, I heard Bernard's around. I don't know how I feel about that but I don't want him here. Anything said wrong and I won't be hesitating to rip his throat out.

As Markell wrote the small paragraph, as his anger rose, so did the snow storm he created, the wind and snow swirling around him violently. Ice spread with a sickening cracking sound but it was darker than before as if a shadow had been cast over it.