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Plated in Crystal Rime
The temperature had dived and Faramir was riding through a world plated in crystal rime...hard as bone. Silent, apart from the creak of hooves on snow.
The cold breathed a burning kiss into his lungs, pinched his cheeks and put diamonds in his hair. It moulded itself to his skin beneath his clothes in an unwanted and unavoidable caress. For her he was a plaything to be stripped bare...and thrown away.
Soon he would see light thrown onto the snow from a room with a defiant fire burning...pulling him out the grip of a winter, which was only just beginning...