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metamorphosis2012-08-09 07:39 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-08-09 07:39 pm
Entry tags:
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Title: 01. bad weather
Characters: F. Mage, M. Mage
Rating: G
154/365.
"It's too cold!"
It's snowing; their breaths mark their place with a small fog, and he feels more at home here than in the warm reaches of Hendon Myre or the West Coast.
"I don't think so."
She shivers beside him, arms crossed against her chest and hands nimbly wrapped around her biceps in an attempt to hug in what little heat her lithe frame has to offer. He doesn't bother offering his cloak; it'd be cold under there, too, but she still gives him a hard look for not doing so.
"Not everyone's frozen, you know! I still have all my heat, and it's being sucked out of me right nooowwww!"
"Don't complain."
She's not used to being chided, he knows. He also knows she'd rather be travelling with a warlock - for all her complaints about their arrogance - than someone who won't-- no, can't give a thought about someone other than themselves.
A warlock would be warm, at least. But he knew the consequences when he chose his path; he didn't regret it.
He feels his cloak open, then close; she's a line of warmth against his side, although she whines when she realizes he's no warmer than Storm Pass's snowstorm-like climate.
Characters: F. Mage, M. Mage
Rating: G
154/365.
"It's too cold!"
It's snowing; their breaths mark their place with a small fog, and he feels more at home here than in the warm reaches of Hendon Myre or the West Coast.
"I don't think so."
She shivers beside him, arms crossed against her chest and hands nimbly wrapped around her biceps in an attempt to hug in what little heat her lithe frame has to offer. He doesn't bother offering his cloak; it'd be cold under there, too, but she still gives him a hard look for not doing so.
"Not everyone's frozen, you know! I still have all my heat, and it's being sucked out of me right nooowwww!"
"Don't complain."
She's not used to being chided, he knows. He also knows she'd rather be travelling with a warlock - for all her complaints about their arrogance - than someone who won't-- no, can't give a thought about someone other than themselves.
A warlock would be warm, at least. But he knew the consequences when he chose his path; he didn't regret it.
He feels his cloak open, then close; she's a line of warmth against his side, although she whines when she realizes he's no warmer than Storm Pass's snowstorm-like climate.