#❄️: never a shoulder to cry on (icehaloed) / thread

[emperorvastias]

there was never a time more than this moment that lyon has felt the CLOSEST to ice. the chill he used to find comfort in wrapped itself around his chest in a frigid squeeze. his heart seemed to be going too fast it felt slow, just as the air left his mouth. no amount of forewarning (and there was NOT a lot) could have ever truly prepared him for this moment. he only knew his mouth closed when he swallowed the nothing in his throat.

before lyon was ur. who was ice. ice that he melted. but it wasn't some believable ice sculpture — she was breathing. and looking at him, too. he wondered if she was as caught off as he was.

this was lyon vastia — his wits were about him. he was quite good at math, thank you, so the truth was apparent right away. ur has been alive for some time. her clothes were her own style, not rushed at all, her sister (she so was the right feldt, afterall) set him up like this. that took planning. ultear must know, too, because how wouldn't she? did gray know, too? was lyon's trip to galuna really worth that much resentment? how could he possibly face her now, as a man, with that shadow looming over him? was he even allowed to be upset because of that?

"...ah." lyon forced something like a word out of his mouth. he cursed himself inwardly and shook his head. "forgive me, i ... it takes a lot to believe at first, even if adina gave me some warning." there was nothing to truly warn about this situation and he hoped they both knew it.

@icehaloed