002 ☩ [ action ; accidental video ]

[bladed_rose]

[Today, Fiora is walking around the city, minding her own business. Every so often, she passes by a snowman. After a while, she begins to notice them, and thinks they're actually quite cute-- even straightening a carrot nose on one of them. She pays no mind to the eerie tune it's humming, or that seems to chill the air around her, but shrugs if off

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[wolfsprint]

[ He's always moving as of late - moving across rooftops, learning common routes for people to take. Taking the time to learn every little twist and turn of the city to bring someone from one place to the other in the quickest way possible. He'd been aware of Fiora moving about, had paused earlier to watch her fix the nose on a snowman before continuing on his way.

But it's the voice that comes from the device in his pocket that catches his attention. He rolls easily from the jump he'd been in, fumbles the device from his pocket in time to see the look she gives to the camera before she's devoured the rest of the way by the snow. In an instant, he's moving, pocketing the device as he whirls around, takes off in the direction he'd last seen her to leap from a rooftop, catching a ledge on another building before dropping fully to the ground.

He doesn't falter in the snow, moves through it with a strange ease as he rounds a corner - sees her phone discarded in the snow. ] Fiora! [ He sprints the last of the distance, tears at the pile

[bladed_rose]

[Fiora is unaware of her comrade calling her name. Being trapped within the icy belly of that... snowman... had numbed her senses, not knowing how long she had been in there. The only thing she felt was the cold-- the wetness that was seeping into her clothing and touching her skin. Though she struggled and tried to claw out, it was useless. Skin that was uncovered began to lose feeling, the beating of her heart thumping loudly in her ears.

It was so cold.

When he finds her, she will be close to passing out, her skin paler than usual and cold to the touch.]

[wolfsprint]

[ His movements don't stop, nor do the calls of her name. He's not sure how long he's been at it, but he doesn't want to think about it. It's long enough, he knows, that his gloves are soaked through - sticking to his skin almost painfully from the snow he's shoveling away so desperately

[bladed_rose]

[She feels the jerking and frantic movements as she is being pulled from the snow. Her eyes stay shut-- she simply doesn't have the energy to open them-- and the voice that seems to be calling her name is muffled and unrecognizable. Her lips tremble as her savior touches them, her body starting to shiver under his warm touch.

Her lips part to let out a breath, misting the air as she exhales, though her eyes still remain unopened. The rest of her body refuses to move as well, as if she truly is frozen. She would attempt to will her limbs to move but, she simply cannot. Her hair is halfway between frozen and wet, sticking to her face haphazardly. Her clothing is somewhat in the same condition.

She remains unresponsive, for the most part, except for that breath she had let out. But when he finally shakes her, her eyes open slightly, trying to focus on the person who had just pulled her out.

When she does focus, she doesn't know whether to be surprised or relieved, so the slight expression on her face was a mix between the two.]