Frosted Over (James Version)
Added 2025-09-08 12:30:02 +0000 UTC"May I?"
Your eyebrows raise slightly once James lifts a hand before it all clicks into place once he indicates the end of your scarf that's laying across your chest. You give him a wordless nod, while Alina must've had too much whipped cream in a single bite because she awkwardly coughs.
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[Alternate Text: An image of an empty professional ice skating rink that's beautifully lit by floodlights. The ice is frosted over in some places as well as appearing a glowing blue.
James is absolutely mesmerized.
His hands have come to rest on the rink's chilled railing, offering support while his posture is subtly tilted inwards so he's up against the waist high barrier. It isn't so much a lean as it is an obstacle holding him back. Most townsfolk are either out on the ice or camped out in the warmer bleachers. Their Detective has yet to take a seat once you put on your skates and...
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I went to HS with a girl who was training as a figure skater - like hardcore US Olympic team shortlist training. She was only slightly less intense in band class & I was like you want my 1st trumpet chair? Fuckin take it. I don’t gots that kinda time & dedication for more than 1 thing & I was doing the horse girl route. Turns out shortlisted (and very taller than me) Olympic horse trainers are way scarier than 4 foot tall (kinda shorter than me) high schoolers even when I was in high school. Anyways, I almost died ice skating with my friend & somehow that scarred me for life emotionally but not physically & I never tried again. Horses literally broke me physically in unfixable permanent disabling ways & emotionally ptsd’d me, but I just kept getting back up in that saddle until I was legit unable unconscious incapacitated in the hospital. Permanent brain fuckup be damned. I think maybe it’s cuz I saw some scary movie once with one of those Zamboni things going final destination on someone. Plus, I’m not real big on being cold or wearing lotsa bulky layers or knife shoes. But I’m down for teaching bout stroopwaffles. Yumm…
Stephanie
2025-09-09 07:50:22 +0000 UTCjames is always so sweet and full of yearning, i love him...i remember the first time i went skating i fell like eleven times so heres hoping when the rv coaxes him out on the ice he'll fall less than i did lmao
Sneep
2025-09-09 03:40:24 +0000 UTCFun fact! I did really well in ice skating when I was a teenager (yeah yeah a person from Russia knows how to ice skate /j)! This piece had such a sweet melancholic sensation because mutual missing and Elena in my head was pleading emote at this whole piece, I love it so much. James Corvin, the man that you are...! Elena wants to hug him so much but Alina is so right: both sides are learning about each other, it's complicated. No matter how open or friendly or excited you are to reconnect, grief and trauma complicate things and meeting in adulthood when you've missed so much about each other, especially big events that were life changing? I love how it reflects here. Love is there, love was always there, but this is a love that learns, that accepts, and wants to be close. It was a child's love when they were younger, but now they're transforming into mature love that is about learning, understanding, and being patient with each other. Idk if this all made sense but I love it so much and it warms my heart so much.
Renata G.
2025-09-08 13:36:28 +0000 UTC
