❝The world is a scary place, but that’s why you have to be brave. Brave enough to survive, to endure. Brave enough to face the world even if it’s against you. You’re brave, Wyatt. You have to be.❞
Winter's child; a child of humanity, and a child of something more. Of the snow and of the ice, of the very season. He is the child of Jack Frost, the fairytale---- the LEGEND.
Winter in Yellowstone
❝ When they hurt you— I just want to rip them apart, and I.. I can’t
see anything but red; it… it s c a r e s me. ❞
If your OTP has a noticeable size difference, imagine the smaller person (A) wearing the larger person’s (B) shirt. Now imagine Person A attempting to seduce Person B back to bed wearing nothing but that shirt.
“i h——-..hope nothing goes wrong, but.. i love you, too.”
it was true — she hardly knew anything about wyatt’s family and
background, but she’d never bothered to ask, due to the fact that
he didn’t know much about her own, either. her’s was a little messed
up, and honestly, she was afraid that if he were to know about things,
and how they went down ; he’d think she was some kind of freak,
or mental case, or worse. so, she just kept it to herself, and hoped
that curiosity wouldn’t strike him anytime soon, basically. even if hers
sparked quite a bit when she was around him. for one — she really
would like to know why he was always freezing cold, no matter how
warm the weather or what he was wearing — he stayed cold. it
could very well be some kind of medical condition, and she knows
to be sensitive about those sorts of topics, so she avoids asking about
that, too, and hopes for the best possible outcome. not that she minds.
whenever she’s hot, she could just cuddle into wyatt for a few moments,
and B O O M ! not hot anymore, which is nice. his kisses are also
very, very nice. sh. but, back to the serious thing — she really does hope
that they stay together for a very, very long time — maybe even forever,
but again, she knows that’s a lot to ask from someone, especially
when it comes to putting up with boring, annoying ol’ venice. hmph.
Cold, freezing, chilly, or like he’s held his entire body too long under
cold water—— there were so many ways people had described what
he feels like to the touch of a normal human being oh-so oblivious to
the dangers surrounding them constantly. What would they do? If
they knew their sons and daughters, grandchildren, nieces and
nephews were going to school with him? The child of a fairy tale, of a
legend. They might laugh at first, might smile—- until they realize just
how much power comes with being the child of Jack Frost— and his
only child at that.
He gently sets his forehead against hers, cold blue irises appearing
to hold etchings of frost within their chilled colored hues; he’s taken
too much time staring into his own eyes, knowing that they were a
mirrored image of his fathers; or so his mother had told him, and so
the longer he stared, the more he thought, and realized that it wasn’t
his powers that made him his father’s son, but everything else.
❝ It’s not safe being with me,
I’m afraid you’ll get hurt. And
that it’ll be my fault. That I
couldn’t save you.❞
“don’t forget it either, yeah? never, never ever.”
don’t get her wrong, she’d been on her own — alone — a good portion of her life,
actually, well, the majority, really. she was perfectly accustomed to it, even if it wasn’t
her most favorite thing in the world ; she managed. and that’s all that really mattered.
but, everything had indeed changed when she met a certain boy about a year ago,
and honestly? she’d never been happier. things had started looking up for her, and
he’d definitely played a big role in that. he played a big role in her life, really, and she
couldn’t ask for anything more. the feeling of his chilly hand against her cheek sends
shivers down her spine ; leaning in and pressing her lips back against his, kissing
him nice and gentle, slow and steady — the perfect kiss, for the perfect boy.
❝ If something— ever goes wrong, with us… or to me…
just don’t forget I… that I love you.❞
There were plenty of things that were at odds with Wyatt, his
heritage for one, the people in search of his father, who would
often find Wyatt instead—- or the supernatural beings who could
sense his presence from miles away, and were attracted to it like
a moth to the flame. He wasn’t exactly the safest person to be in
a relationship with, and she didn’t even know the half of it; he came
off as a gentle boy, which he is. His heart warm and kind, but guarded
and sheltered from the rest of the world by walls he’d built up from
the age of nine years old, to seventeen. And yet that power inside
of his chest that swelled with anger, or even happiness— could
explode at any given moment, releasing years worth of pent up
energy out all at once… and it was dangerous, to be in the middle
of that— especially with Wyatt’s lack of control. And Venice, if it
were her, she’d be caught in the middle of something she had no
“and there’ll always be an u——..i mean, i’ll always be here.”
cue a little sigh, biting down on her bottom lip. she didn’t
actually know if there’d always be a them, but god, she
did have a little hope for it ; even if she hardly said it aloud.
wyatt meant a lot to her, even if it wasn’t entirely reciprocated.
huffing to herself, she wrapped her arms around his neck,
leaning in to press a little kiss or two to his forehead, eyes
staring up into his afterwards. he deserved everything in
her eyes, and she’d do absolutely anything to get him just
that, honestly. he was everything. he’d always be everything.
Alone was a word he would describe himself as in the past
as if it were a defining feature of who W Y A T T F R O S T
is; or as if it mattered. He used to write down on papers, when
it was asked what he wanted to be in the future; and he would
say happy. Happiness wasn’t something easily achieved by the
blue eyed boy, in fact it always seems to evade his grasp, and
slip through thin fingers. He can have a taste, before it runs
away. But now as she kisses his forehead, and looks with brown
hues into blue, he knows he has that happiness in reach now,
and gently places a cool hand to the side of her face, lips cold
like freshly fallen snow, connecting with warm lips, soft and sweet.
❝ I know you will be. ❞