FORNDOM
What he wasn't expecting with the loss of sight, was the loss of feeling, the cold snow falling numb on pale skin. He could tell by the way Dorian tore at the fabric of his sleeves, pulling them past his knuckles to preserve whatever heat he could, that he, too, must feel a freeze settle into his bones. But there was nothing and so he continued trudging through thick terrain, wondering what kind of sensation would overcome him should a flurry land upon his lip and his teeth chatter in response.
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