Twisting streets filled with ruined houses stretched endlessly in the darkness. Icing sugar glanced partically well with iced curves of glass. The three of them sat doomsday-laden around died flames. Red eyes gazed out the window followed by han rest. His cool hand gently brushed across his shoulders lightly. The hand previously snow-white now looked even whiter. (I apologize for some repetition at the end of the scene. It was left intact due to 10-word limit)