[Ludovico]

( oh god >< my demons are so bad. )
The hand surprised him, but the touch was gentle. He smacked Zosa's hands away. He did not desire the touch of a strange hallucination. Oliver opened his mouth to tell him off but something cold and wet tickled his nose and yet again on his shoulder and any where his bare flesh was exposed. A few more crystals danced about his face landing on his glasses. Oliver couldn't help but smile. Snow always made him happy. His lips formed into a small o blowing out long breaths of air and watching them turn into tendrils of wisp. Oliver brushed at the ones that cling to his hair with the cuff of his shirt. “Why did it start snowing?”