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the body heat meme

The Body Heat Meme



Post with your character! They're now stuck in a very cold place of your choice. It can be anything, such as a freezing chamber, a cavern or a small cabin in the midst of a blizzard. The choice is up to you.
Comment around! Now your character has some company in this bone-chilling environment. The two of them share two things in common: clothes completely unfitting for this weather (be they summer clothes or even lingerie) and a blanket.
A blanket? Yes, just one warm blanket and no other ways to escape the cold. The two of them will have to share it in order to stay alive in this weather. Don't worry, you're sure to find a common language in this terrible situation!
So, uh, have fun, I suppose. Try to not freeze to death!
Protip: friction and body heat are both excellent ways to fend off cold.
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Inquisitor Iona Lavellan | Dragon Age Inquisition

[personal profile] stumbledfromtheashes 2017-07-31 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
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[personal profile] fantachetic 2017-08-09 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Emprise du Lion is unnecessarily, stupidly cold. Why does a place need this much ice and snow? Dorian is positive he doesn't have toes anymore, he stopped being able to feel them hours ago. The tents are as close to the fire as they can make them, and even casting is own flame does little more than make his fingers sting from the temperature change.

He wants to be furious with the Inquisitor, but he is the one who agreed with joining her for the expedition here. Really, he only has himself to blame. He should have purchased heavier robes the last time they were in Val Royeaux, but hadn't wanted to be a part of the flagrant extortion. Shivering in his bedroll under the thin blanket, he peeks his head out just enough so he can scowl pitifully at Iona. ]


Remind me again why I let you torture me so?

[ The seriousness of the tone lost under the full body shivers. No one as cold as he is could possibly sound angry. ]
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[personal profile] stumbledfromtheashes 2017-08-25 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Iona doesn’t particularly like the cold anymore. Or snow. After nearly dying in an avalanche, then hiking down a mountain in a snowstorm and nearly dying there, too... she’s really not fond of either of them. So Emprise du Lion is a miserable place to be. Give her the unending rain of the Storm Coast or the bloody desert. Anything but this.

There isn’t much choice, unfortunately. She attempts to smirk at him but it’s ruined by just how much she’s shivering from the cold. There’s at least a thin, reedy attempt at teasing in her voice, though.]
Because I’m your favourite. Favourite what, I’m not sure.

But you’re favourite.

[Curling in on herself a little in a futile attempt to stay warm, she heads towards his bedroll after grabbing her own thin blanket. This is ridiculous. ] Budge up.

[She makes a little scoot over motion with a hand.] Two thin blankets are a little less thin. Add in our body heat and we might just survive this.
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[personal profile] fantachetic 2017-08-30 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Favorite my frozen arse.

[ It's grumbled, but of course he's teasing. She knows damn well that she's the favorite and isn't afraid to boast. As she rightly shouldn't. His brows raise incredulously, but it's a sound argument against freezing to death, so he complies and shimmies over for her. Once she's settled and the cold does abate a bit, Dorian has to break the silence. ]

Imagine how red the Commander's face will be when we tell him the two of us shared a bedroll. [ He smirks at the mental image. ]
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turns out it helps to hit the post button when it comes to tagging. Oops. XD

[personal profile] stumbledfromtheashes 2017-10-13 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
[She’s grinning at that, although it loses a little bit of its humour with the way she’s shivering.

It’s a relief when he doesn’t argue, because it’s bloody cold, and she hastily scrambles into his bedroll with him, curling up next to him and curling an arm around him. They are going someplace warm next time. She might not even mind the sand. For a little while, anyway.

She makes an amused face at him.]
You delight in flustering him, I think.

[And it’s sort of adorable, so she can’t say she minds.] But YOU get to fend off his worry and hovering concern after he hears about us nearly freezing to death.

[Although Dorian doesn’t share a bed with him regularly. So perhaps her threat doesn’t really have much in the way of teeth.]