Her cool gaze is sharp and cunning as it never leaves the burning intensity of his own; they are matched, staring unwaveringly into each other’s pupils as if at a stalemate - refusing to turn their eyes away and unwilling to break the electrifying current that pulses and hums with power between them. At once he feels as if he belongs somehow; as if the two were destined for this moment, young and full of possibilities.
They are edging closer, each infatuated and curious by the other, wondering if this game is really a game at all. Skandar decides right then, as she comes within inches of him, that he just might become anything she wishes him to be as long as she remained with him.
Skandar’s power flickers as her voice barely reaches his ears. The cool grey-green of his granite skin flutters in waves, clicking like cards against each other as he manifests another element, all color fading from the stone that once marbled him. He is nearly translucent now - foggy in some places and clear in others - as ice would be, with long and sharpened points of ice form with a crackling noise down his jawline and chin. He appears to be frozen completely, a young stallion immersed in a coffin of ice with a somehow still beating heart racing inside.
He wonders if she can feel the chill coming in cool waves off his skin (though it really isn’t skin and if she were to touch him, she would find that he is ice through and through). “Can we trust each other, you think?” His voice does not hold the frigidity of ice; instead, it is rather warm and low, deep with intention. Skandar’s breath, however, comes out freezing cold and condensates on the warm air that surrounds him, swirling like smoke around his nose and face that appear extremely sharp with the hardness of the ice.
The ice-stallion is certain the golden girl will flinch and dance away at any moment, but if she doesn’t, the solidity of his frozen mouth would gingerly touch the pale ivory tip of her muzzle.
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@[Aela]