i know you bleed glitter

Monty never expected Edwin to forgive him, not really. Except—Except it almost felt like he had, or was starting to, that night in the museum. The first hint of thaw in that impenetrable ice blockade, and it had warmed Monty like the first day of spring after a long, brutal winter. Almost like those earliest interactions, tentative smiles exchanged alongside the books, the burbling hope that comes from knowing you’re at the very beginning of something.And now he’s back on the frozen tundra, alone and exposed to the elements.