Page 142 of Let It Snow
SNOW
I gaze at Summer, his pale body glistening with water, nipples peaked, cheeks flushed, eyes shining, and his aura is blooming like a flower in shades of violet, green, and pink. The lake’s water hums a gentle melody for us, and the sun smells like sunflowers.
Summer’s wet hair falls down his back in a long, glistening wave.
Then he blurts it out, "You know… this," he makes a small gesture toward his body and closes his eyes, "isn’t the whole truth about me. I told you once I’d show you my true form, but I still haven’t."
He opens his eyes wider, and they are so vulnerable, staring at me.
"I think now’s the right time. So there won’t be anything unspoken between us."
I stay quiet, just watching him. Summer rubs his cheek lightly, then adds,
"But you’ve probably already seen it in your visions."
Shrugging, I can’t help but smirk.
"The way I perceive the future is different from Moon’s. He sees images, and has to interpret them. I feel the flow of energy carrying hidden information about the future, but rarely witha vivid picture. Sometimes I manage to catch a glimpse, but that’s never been the core of my ability. I’m an energy mage, remember…" I send him a wink.
"So… anything? You didn’t have any ideas?" He tilts his head playfully.
Chuckling, I reply, "Just a shimmer of violet, not much more…"
Summer bites his lips and asks shyly, "So you’re curious?" I know this matters to him deeply. He wants me to consider him pretty; his aura brightens and glitters a bit, as if in preparation.
"I’m curious, yes. And I’m sure your true form is absolutely perfect…"
We look at each other again for a moment. There is a pleasant shift between us, an easy, sweet settling in.
"You’ll be the judge," he whispers.
Then Summer swallows and runs his fingers through his hair.
At last, we stand facing each other. Summer’s body is slender but not without soft curves. Omegas come in all kinds of builds, some more athletic, others more delicate with broader hips. Summer has that kind of body, seemingly fragile. Looking at him stirs not only desire in me but also a protective instinct, even though I know he doesn’t need protection. His power reaches much farther than mine. I can only alter the state of what I touch, while he can do it from a distance, hundreds of feet away.
"It’s time," Summer says, his voice lifted with emotion, red flickers of excitement sparkling through his aura. "This is the true me, Snow. I was born like this."
And then he begins to change.
His skin loses its human texture and shifts to a shimmering, light violet shade, like the bloom of a wisteria tree. The surface takes on the faint pattern of scales, fish-like but without harsh, pronounced edges.
And behind him, something starts to rise.
At first, I think it’s a collar or some kind of frill, but it spreads wider and grows larger, so much larger… and I can’t look away.
Moments later, something nearly a hundred feet long floats behind him, light as a veil, what I can only call wings, though they look more like the flowing tail of a betta fish. Unlike dragon wings, they aren’t rigid. They ripple and shimmer with gold, amethyst, and silver, moving as if Summer is already underwater, suspended in some invisible fluid, defying gravity, constantly undulating.
And they are enormous!
At first they hover in a line directly behind him, then spread wider, making him look like a colossal fish gliding in slow, graceful waves, drifting in the morning air.
His hair rises too, almost merging with the veils at his back, turning amethyst threaded with gold and silver. It swirls in the air, blending seamlessly with the movement of his glittering wings.
Only then do I decide to join him. I partially let go of the opaque chrysalis of my own body, and my skin glows with a luminous light. My form isn’t as spectacular because I never let my chrysalis fully go, and I am not ready to stir it to its full potential, but Summer still watches me the same way I have been watching him.
"You know," he breathes. His voice has changed, higher and resonant, as if layered over itself. "You look like you’re burning with a sun inside you. It fits that prophecy Moon once told me. Follow the Sun…" He tilts his head, his lifted hair swaying. "It’s always been you. The Sun. Shining… for me."
He steps closer, and we face each other in silence.
