[Prompto brings the glass closer and holds it between both his hands, half-closing his eyes to sink back into that feeling of cold that lives within him, now, that never leaves. With the soft crackling sound not of glass shattering but of the start of winter, the water freezes right up inside the cup, expanding as it goes but up, so as not to damage the glass.
Relieved, Prompto sighs--it comes out as a wisp of wintry mist--and pushes the glass back over to Izunia. Frost clings to the outside, too, spreading in circles where his hands rested.]
I wasn't sure if I could shape it at all like that. I've mostly been practicing with cans and bottles, not glass, and I couldn't make it freeze all the way through at first.
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[Prompto brings the glass closer and holds it between both his hands, half-closing his eyes to sink back into that feeling of cold that lives within him, now, that never leaves. With the soft crackling sound not of glass shattering but of the start of winter, the water freezes right up inside the cup, expanding as it goes but up, so as not to damage the glass.
Relieved, Prompto sighs--it comes out as a wisp of wintry mist--and pushes the glass back over to Izunia. Frost clings to the outside, too, spreading in circles where his hands rested.]
I wasn't sure if I could shape it at all like that. I've mostly been practicing with cans and bottles, not glass, and I couldn't make it freeze all the way through at first.