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His fingers felt stiff and icy. Cold air was filling his lungs, and the warm air he expelled instantly turned to mist. Besides him, the blue haired man’s carving tools were now forgotten; buried in a pile of snow. He could probably find them if he searched, but it had been a while since the residue of his carving had covered them completely. It was more likely than not they wouldn’t be found again until the wintery fluffy melted away again in spring. He was sure that by the end of the night his fingers would be frostbitten, but it would be worth it.
“aaah” Hade pulled his hands back and rubbed them together. When that didn’t warm them, he pressed them in as tight as he could, then rounded his palms and began to blow into the hallow created between them. The warmth of his breath helped a little, but it was still not enough. The skin on his finger tips felt tight and insides numb, but Hade was never one to give up, especially not when he was feeling so motivated.
“hmm...” a soft approving moan behind him stirred Hade back into action.
He could feel the stares behind him, and hear the gasps of shock and awe. Hade was of course quite used to this sort of thing, so it didn’t faze him in the slightest when he heard the whispers of disapproving words calling his creation grotesque and unsightly. The majority, however, didn’t seem to feel that way. They thought it was quiet stunning, albeit shocking, but they could clearly see the artistry in his work. Some even complimented him on the beauty and spirit that emanated from his piece.
“Of course,” Hade nodded, agreeing with the last comment he overheard stating that the sculpture looked almost realistic. “I created it from memory,” the blue-haired man added, almost speaking to himself than to anyone else.
Stepping forward, he stretched his long slender fingers and rubbed the right thumb over an expertly crafted bicep. He rubbed in a circular motion to smooth out a slight edge he had noted. Stepping back, he looked over the life-size man of snow that he had taken the entire day to create and smiled approvingly at the gathering crowd behind him. It was beautiful, just like his real life counterpart. “My baby...”
“aaah” Hade pulled his hands back and rubbed them together. When that didn’t warm them, he pressed them in as tight as he could, then rounded his palms and began to blow into the hallow created between them. The warmth of his breath helped a little, but it was still not enough. The skin on his finger tips felt tight and insides numb, but Hade was never one to give up, especially not when he was feeling so motivated.
“hmm...” a soft approving moan behind him stirred Hade back into action.
He could feel the stares behind him, and hear the gasps of shock and awe. Hade was of course quite used to this sort of thing, so it didn’t faze him in the slightest when he heard the whispers of disapproving words calling his creation grotesque and unsightly. The majority, however, didn’t seem to feel that way. They thought it was quiet stunning, albeit shocking, but they could clearly see the artistry in his work. Some even complimented him on the beauty and spirit that emanated from his piece.
“Of course,” Hade nodded, agreeing with the last comment he overheard stating that the sculpture looked almost realistic. “I created it from memory,” the blue-haired man added, almost speaking to himself than to anyone else.
Stepping forward, he stretched his long slender fingers and rubbed the right thumb over an expertly crafted bicep. He rubbed in a circular motion to smooth out a slight edge he had noted. Stepping back, he looked over the life-size man of snow that he had taken the entire day to create and smiled approvingly at the gathering crowd behind him. It was beautiful, just like his real life counterpart. “My baby...”
A quick companion piece to: 
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Oh Hade 