THIS BEACH AM TEA //o, snowball fight

[charactercemetary.]

Something that Snowbound had lost when the territory was burned... was the liveliness and the fun that Snowbounders had. They all had become gloomy, too serious. It apeared that they were too worried of what would happen if they would make a big enough comeback to be noticeable again.

The angel decided that they needed to have fun once more. Some ways away from the camp, where it was safer to throw snowballs, the wolf begins packing snow into a ball. Then, she tosses it at the nearest person she sees. "This bitch empty, yeet!"

❅ out under the sky

[A. MORGAN]

EASTWARD BOUND

ARTHUR MORGAN — MALE — SNOWBOUND — ARCTICPLAYER — HARD

He hadn’t been around for Snowbound’s downfall, but he’d heard enough rumor to know the basics of that mark in history. Arthur was a man of the more serious side, so he wouldn’t much contribute to having fun. He wouldn’t dare tell that it was more the social anxieties he had if anything. These people were still strangers to him and he found himself reluctant to be comfortable around them. The black sheep in a herd, if you will. And it only planted the longing for home further in his gut until he ached. The wolf’s silent moping would only finally be broken when he felt the cold chiil of snow on his neck— struck by Anael, who he was quick to lock eyes with. Arthur bristled just a bit, eyes wide with surprise before narrowing into slits. It was all too easy to assume he was upset with the girl until he formed a messy snowball of his own and hurled it right back at her, ducking his head to hide the smile that had begun to creep on his face.

#psychosocial.