FoxWriter
Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
Harry ignored Frost until he felt himself getting hauled to his feat, letting out a small growl of rage. harry didn't want help! he didn't want comfort! he wanted pain and misery and aloneness and more misery!but frost was far stronger than harry was and he found himself yanked into the bedroom, and into the bed tensing at the contact before melting, completely into frost and sobbing silently into his pillow feeling the power curling around him. and while he was cold, he still felt...safe...he had never felt safe before, he quietly calmed down and drifted off to sleep, comfortable in Frosts arms, wondering why the other was being so...kind. Ron had never even done anything like this, the red head usually ran away when harry got into one of his 'moods'. and even more startlingly, Harry did not dream, he did not have any nightmares, he was...peaceful for once in his life. he woke slowly the next morning, his eyes fluttering open as he carefully sat up, shivering from the chill of the ice fortress, though not really caring in the least as he looked down at Frost and sighed softly, leaning down and brushing his lips against the others temple. "thank you."