Title: Silent World
Spoilers: Zelos Wilder's past
Rating: all audiences
It was plain. It was bland. And it was the color of snow.
It's pure--unlike your foul mouth, Sheena had once said, catching silver on her fingertips, head tilted back so it would cling to her dark lashes--and Zelos had paused, watching the flakes fall overhead like tattered pillows, dusting powder on the trees and painting her exposed skin a lovely shade of peaches and cream.
It clumped in his locks--shaded his clothes--melted on the tip of his nose.
On her, it actually looked like snow--not snow pretending to be something it wasn't.