𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐒。 black clover

53; ᴢᴇɴᴏɴ ᴢᴏɢʀᴀᴛɪs ☾

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harehareya
—flower

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warning: angst
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The cold-blooded man sat by his luxurious couch, facing the large windows that stared down the pile of snow below. White, everlasting, pure snow fell down unto the ground in a steady pace, accelerating as it indicates the blizzard slash storm coming by.

His demonic look, toning down into a calm and collected form, holding the book as he stared down and scanned his eyes, rereading the whole thing as it was his favorite. It was a gift given to him last year, something held dear to him. He enjoys reading it since it was one of the very first gift he was given in his whole life, especially in this event.

The iconic coat with its mantel grey fur and its spade logo was placed right beside him, a cup of coffee sitting by the table right beside his seat. He felt relieved and replenished. After all those work and dirty jobs he had to do just for a man that he looked up to, he felt nothing but exhaustion.

It has been a long year for sure.

Lighted candle were glazing his face, contorting and buffed his features, canning his jawline in a impressive way. Those bright, cold eyes that could bring death just by a glance trailed past the writings and text adorned over the paper. He leaned his face on his palm whilst it rested on the armrest beside him.

"Baby, it's cold outside..." He sung lowly, remembering the song that was stuck on his head after being sung nearly hundreds of time. His deep and polished voice velvet and reigned. He was enjoying his time off, for sure.

A sudden crackle from the outside was heard, the storm nearing by in this winter might as well be a dangerous scenario. Remembering a certain someone was outside, he snapped his eyes over to the now grey clouds. Fishing and finding her playing with the pile of snow.

This man with a few words could spluttered out paragraphs of words for her. She was his problem from the start and yet, he loved every single thing about her. She's special.

Watching her play with the snows, gathering up and throwing snow balls to the now broken snowman, like a child was quite a sight. Giving out a deep sigh as he realizes this child-adult won't return back inside unless he fetch her himself.

He snapped his book shut, taking the coat from his side as he held it into his arm. A portal then grew in front of him, he walked past through and reached his destination in mere seconds.

He stood behind her as the harsh winds blew his hair slightly, tainting them and dripping in cold swarm ice. He saw her back facing her and the shiver that moved her body, but yet she ignored.