█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ  COLD. Like an embodiment of wintry && exhibition of glacial glory. Gray Fullbuster was never one to proffer tangible presents, as he displays no particular BEGUILEMENT in the act of gift purchasing ( it’s a concept that has long since engrossed him to degrees in which it simply cannot be overlooked ). But if the occasion were to prompt him, he’d much prefer to produce something with sentimental value without being blatantly sappy. 

    And hey, who said he cannot usher STORM with the magic that was  ❛ bestowed ❜  to him by his father? 

    Ice. A harsh element, raw && biting. Yet here Gray was, a touch from a wisp and he gracefully produced beauteous blankets of shimmering snow that soon adorned their surrounding landscape. They are still in the HEART of summer, but stirring blizzard is also a specialty of one possessing magic meant for recreation && freedom.

      ❝ You like snow, right? —I do too. 
It reminds me of home. ❞
      And for a special day such as this, he decided to give her winter itself.

                ❝ Happy Birthday, Serey. ❞