I get a little warm in my heart [mingle log]

[hellawrath]

Who: anyone looking for some wintery fun!
What: admiring mysterious icy artwork, warming up by campfires, making a fool of yourself while ice skating, snowball fights?? it's a snow party!
When: Jan 14 and on
Where: Enso, in and around the temple ruins
Warnings: snow-based violence

When you've had to deal with a literal apocalypse every single year for a hundred years, a little battle for the sun isn't really gonna grind your gears that much. Sure, the elf twins are still nobly doing their part every day. Lup is keeping several small campfires going inside the temple ruins, as well as periodically blasting two large stone slabs in the main chamber with a Fireball - those babies radiate heat for hours afterwards. And Taako is graciously handing out truly delicious soup from a huge bowl to anyone who asks nicely. Island Walmart is still a thing too, the large scrawled sign declaring this month's name to be The Hot Spot. Looks like it was Lup's turn on the naming.

But they're also just kinda bored of the whole thing? Like, everyone's so focused on preparing, on gathering and planning and training. There's a place for that, and Lup is pretty psyched for the actual fighting, but this pall of doom and purpose that's fallen over the islands as heavily as the snow? Neither of them is here for that.

So anyone who makes their way up to the temple will not only find the usual warm respite from the freezing temperatures, but also - a ten foot tall ice sculpture of a majestic as fuck unicorn rearing on its hind legs. And a smaller one of a figure with long ears hiding its face in the crook of its elbow, arms pointing upwards do we have a single modern day character who knows what dabbing is. Off to the side in a clearing, there's a twenty foot circle of clear ice that's just begging to be skated on. Just don't admire the artwork for too long, or you're gonna get noscoped with a snowball by a pair of horrible winter goblins.

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[hellawrath]

They got so far, before they hesitate. But that's fine, she's gonna hold the knife right here until they're ready. She knows it's-- a bit of a leap, for them, to accept something that's almost a tangible connection to somebody, given without expecting anything in return.

She'd tried to make it beautiful, and useful, but it's still black. Still carved out of the circle in the sand where indescribable grief had brought them closer. It's, in some ways? Another little piece of her.

She hopes they want it.

"Real sure," she says softly. "I made it for you." To protect themself with, and to remind themself that she's got their back, no matter what.

"'Course, I could probably get a lotta coconuts for it, if it's not your style." It's not a joke played straight, she hasn't moved the knife an inch and the warmth hasn't left her expression. Just a lil nudge is all.

[achievementhunter]

When bad things happen, good doesn't come out of it. They've learned that the hard way- hit rock bottom (quite literally) and slowly- allowed themself to be fooled into thinking that, perhaps, things had. That they'd somehow achieved a level of penance for their existence that finally meant they could--

It hadn't lasted.

Good things, Chara thought, could not come from bad. Good things couldn't come for them, peroid- how could they, when Chara was so awful, they weren't even really human?



Why were people always so intent on proving them wrong?

It's the false threat that she'll take it back which finally spurs them into closing the gap- with more care than they may have usually approached a situation involving physical contact. And just like that, it's-

Theirs.

It's easier to look at the blade than meet that gaze- that-- patience, willingness to wait for them. They know her well enough to understand her warmth isn't fake; she wouldn't bother when wearing her emotions on her sleeve works out so well for her.

It's terrifying. It's...

"...It's nice." More than nice; all deadly curves and foreboding glass, but for once, Chara finds it impossible to articulate their appreciation. Or, to be more honest- "I'll take care of it."

Trying to voice their appreciation is terrifying, too.