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There was only ever one reason, only ever one person who could tempt him to leave the Workshop and travel miles below the tundra.
Only one being whose company and regard, bitterly won, restored him. Only one time of year he could visit without suspicion from his staff and his chosen family.
The height of Summer meant a lull in activity. He slipped away unnoticed, a snow globe in his pocket, a tremulous hope in his mighty heart.
The shining eyes that greeted his and the slender arms clad in shadows that clasped him made that hope a glorious thing.