Xaloc stood in the snow-covered backyard as he watched every single flake of snow as they fell from the sky. Every direction was a boundless expanse of white. Cold and empty.
Xaloc seemed to see a finger in the distance, beckoning him, he approached and found that it was Jamal. His lover was wearing the clothes that he wore that day that he sought Xaloc drunk.
He smiled softly at him before he passed him a cup of hot tea. His hoarse voice brought warmth in the cold. "Drink up. The weather is extremely cold, how could you wear such light clothes."
Xaloc blinked and then smiled, the sort that his men had never seen before, he bent down to sip the tea but he only tasted the cold wind.
