caramelfairy
The icicle is the one small link from the heavens. Whenever one snaps, it is the angry souls getting their revenge, or trying to, anyway. That one small, beautiful, freezing cold triangle is enough to make revenge sweet.
The words were intricately woven into one another, a mixture of the sweetest lies and the coldest truths. Like stitchings in a patchwork quilt, the blended together to make their own beautiful and deadly mixture.
She approached the curled figure cautiously. From the bent shape, she was not able to distinguish it's features, but the panting that came from it was eerily human. Who could possibly do this to someone else? The creature's blood lay congealing on the floor.