icy eloquence and clasped frigid fingers | jegulus ✔️
James has been orbiting idly around the earth and his local ice rink for some time, fine yet somewhat unsatisfied. Except one day, a boy in the middle of the rink's vortex catches his attention; he's perfectly poised, dizzyingly beautiful-and silent. Suddenly, he finds himself not orbiting around the earth but around a star.
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In a whirlwind, a figure whizzes by his right side. James tracks them-him, he assumes-with his eyes. The person is lithe and light on his feet, swiftly sliding by everyone. Impeccable posture as well, like there's a string extending from his head to his toes.
He never once falters or loses balance; he's in perfect harmony with himself, possessing the grace of a swan in a lake. When he swivels around so his face is in view, James loses himself in reveries. The stranger slows down, and James' brain slows down with him. He catches a glimpse of neatly combed brown curls and a fringe that spills shade over his shadowy grey eyes, cheeks a dusty shade of pink that reminds him of a wilted rose.
He's...well...gorgeous.
fanart by @corwnvus on instagram
