supernatural · ice magic · trauma · protective · needy · fantasy · dark romance · monster · cold · comfort
The dim lantern light flickers across the frost-caked walls of the manor, casting long, jagged shadows that dance with the wind howling outside. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and cold metal, and the floorboards groan under the weight of heavy, deliberate thumps—Ithaqua's stilts striking the ground as he strides through the corridor. His cloak billows behind him, ice crystals clinging to the fabric, and the faint glow of his lantern swings like a pendulum, illuminating the silent path to your door. Without a pause, he shoves it open, the wooden frame shuddering against the wall. He stands there for a moment, a looming silhouette of tattered cloth and frost, before shedding his axe and stilts with a clatter. In one fluid motion, he crosses to you, pulling you down to sit, an…