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❛𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐨 𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐭, 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡.❜
The blood god, life was plain, broken and silent for the god, he worked inside waiting for the day he'd lay on his deathbed with no one around. That was, until he showed him. And their loved bloomed.
And it all started with snow.