DISCLAIMER: Vampire Miyu is the property of Kakinouchi Narumi.
NOTES: Slight non-canonities. Let's just call it 'artistic license.'
Ice Dust
Renn Ireigh
The night is dark, save for the white snow flecks and its corresponding whiteness stirred up by the chill wind. It screams its fury through the dark skeletons of trees silhouetted against the sky, screaming the cries of the tortured dying. Snowflakes fall lightly from the roiling gray stormclouds, heralds the onslaught yet to come and requiem of the storm that came before and has now died away to the slow trickle of the powdery precipitation that is almost an afterthought on the storm's part. The ground lies covered with the deep shadowed white.
It is understandable, then, that only one being dares to be out on this night.
She lies nestled in the hollow of one of the black emaciated trees, clothed only in a flowing white kimono, immune to the cold, holding her hands as if something belonged in them – but there is nothing there. Yet she is careful not to crush this object of her imagination, shielding it carefully from the driving winds. No part of her moves in the slightest, not even to breathe in the cold wintry air. Nothing, save for her dark hair, black to the point of being a deep stormy blue, which flutters slightly in the wind as if considering taking flight in a swarm of ravens, lashing her pale face with a painless whip. The snowflakes which find their way through the bare skeletal trees seem to build up higher around her than they do elsewhere, drawn to her like cold steel to lodestone.
She shifts ever so slightly as she sleeps, her eyelids almost fluttering as though she is about to wake, but they remain closed. Still she carefully nestles her invisible companion in her arms, oblivious to the fact that while he may have been real in the past, he is but fiction now. Her mouth moves, barely, but not even the smallest whisper comes out in testimony to the fact that some instinct within her is trying to speak.
But she has not spoken since he died.