❝ —Doesn’t what? ❞ 

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ  HE APPLIED one of his perpetually cold hands to her cheek, the rough pads of his thumbs worried over her soft, ivory flesh – outlining the delicate contours. His glacial hues are far less disheartening,  &  far more rigid. not quite  EMPTY,  but indiscernible in nature.  

    ❝ If you don’t talk to me, Juvia, then I wouldn’t
       know what I did to make you feel this way. ❞ 

  His voice was deep, sonorous ; it harbored swirling storms and hurricanes. Gray isn’t  WARMTH,  &  romance was never his forte, so it was only normal for an absent-minded person to have a lack of self-awareness on both  CLOTHING &&. ACTIONS———-

        …. it was only normal, right?

Gah, fine .

  Index-finger hooked beneath the prominence of her chin &&. he urged her visage FORTH, unifying his icy lips against the delicate corner of her mouth. He left her skin snow-kissed━ an imprint of him ; a wraith, a reminder that he was there.