for warmth

[memety]

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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Luchino Gregoretti | Lucky Dog 1

[goldntriggers]

[secretstolight]

[ It is bad enough having one giant Italian man trying to huddle under a blanket, but trying to fit two side-by-side is next to impossible. And while Bernardo would have politely declined to end up in such a situation with this and any other CR-5 captain, the bone chilling cold of the cabin was demanding otherwise. ]

[ Damn giant Italian blood. ]

... This isn't working.

[goldntriggers]

I doubt burning the blanket would help, but it's almost tempting enough to try.

[He shivers and shifts a little closer.]

Actually this wouldn't be so terrible if you were a woman.

[secretstolight]

[ The blandest look, Luchino. The blandest look. ]

I'm not a woman. Please don't forget that.

[goldntriggers]

It's hard to forget, and your hair's the wrong color anyway.

[secretstolight]

And what does my hair color have to do with anything?

[goldntriggers]

Personal preferences.

[He smirks slightly before huddling a little more against the cold. As much as he's trying to avoid thinking about it, it feels like the temperature dropped again, and the silk of his shirt is not good at insulating. He shivers hard and gets back to running his mouth.]

Golden hair is better, of course.

[secretstolight]

[ Absently, Bernardo pulls his hair forward and over his shoulder, using it to ward away a small fraction of the cold against his ears and cheeks. It hardly helps with this bone-piercing environment, but it's something. Anything to keep from becoming an entry in tomorrow's obituary. ]

[ Luchino's attempt to keep their minds off the freezing cold, if that's what it was, is appreciated though. Bernardo gives a slight smile, thinking of the one person that comes to mind with 'golden' hair. ]

It's not a terrible color.

[goldntriggers]

[For a moment, Luchino's eyes follow Bernardo's hands moving in his hair. They're not usually this close to one another, and he rarely takes the time to study the man's movements. He has nice hair though, just hitting a frustrating point for him of not quite being long enough to actually call it long. Shoulder length? He lets out a heavy sigh, tucking his hands beneath his arms and hunching towards his knees a little, and he suddenly bites back a comment about how good Bernardo's hair smells, looking away and getting his mind back on their banter.]

It's the best color, especially on crimson sheets. Gold and red. It's gorgeous.

[secretstolight]

[ It's likely the cold that causes the typically astute Bernardo to miss Luchino's brief sniff-and-turn, so the action goes uncommented on. Instead, Bernardo's mind is on the other's words, considering the color combination for lack of anything, well, warmer to think about. ]

[ A part of him, the part that's still lingering on thoughts of Gian, remembers their don's complaining about Luchino and how conversations with the man generally steered in the more suggestive direction. He has to admit that right now, he rather agrees with it, because there's something to Luchino's tone right now that feels almost... seductive? Or heading there. But Bernardo's not one to back down from a challenge nor say something as little as that comment is enough to make him change the subject. ]

I can't say it's an experience I've ever had. I don't own crimson sheets, after all.

[goldntriggers]

I'll get you some for your birthday then.

[Luchino's thoughts finally catch up to his words and forge ahead into unspoken territory as he considers whose blond hair Bernardo would be seeing against those sheets. He'd always wondered at the intimacy of their relationship, their casual and almost flirtatious bantering which they use at times to tease and misdirect. Is it just misdirection though?

His mind conjures up images of Gian and the other man. It's hard to imagine them on the sheets at first. The desk would be where it started, like one of their normal bantering exchanges that he's walked in on countless times. From there it was easy to picture them moving to the bed, or rather, Bernardo at some point picking Giancarlo up and carrying him there. Crimson, gold, and green -- it would almost look like Christmas.

The thought draws a short snort of laughter from him and a fresh shudder runs through his body. He tightens his jaw in an effort to keep his teeth from chattering and shifts slightly to press more of his arm and thigh against the other captain's side. It's for warmth, he reminds himself, and certainly that side is warming at the touch.]

[secretstolight]

I'll look forward to them.

[ It's a light joke of a response back; he doesn't honestly expect much from the fair-haired captain. While they did get along well enough to work with one another, they were far from the kind of close friendship Bernardo shared with Gian, or even the odd sort of understanding Gian and Luchino seemed to have whenever Bernardo caught them together. ]

[ He does have to admit he wishes Gian were here now, if only for another warm body he wouldn't mind snuggling up with. If there is one thing he was sure he and Luchino were not, it's snuggling buddies. ]

[ The shift closer catches his attention, it's hard not to notice how close they are to each other at this point, and Bernardo gives a bit of an exhale, voicing the thoughts that undoubtedly sits in both of their minds for the second time in just a few minutes. ]

Let's figure out an alternative. At this rate, one of us will end up in the other's lap.

[goldntriggers]

You're in mine if it comes to that.

[ Luchino's response is automatic and he turns his head slightly away. He'd been thinking about that, about just pulling the older captain into his lap and huddling against him. It made sense logically. Even if they were nearly the same height, he was slightly taller.

It wouldn't have been a question of course if Giancarlo was there. He would have pulled the young Don into his lap within moments of their arrival. Keeping warm would have been important of course, but having the blond so close could have lead to other things as well, that certainly would have gotten them both into a fever.

With Bernardo though... Luchino's mind starts to wander in that direction, following his thoughts of Gian and trying to substitute the other man. He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of those ideas. All he wants is to be warm right now. That's all he needs.]

If you have something better in mind, speak up.

[ex_apricots766]

(ooc: ;w; if it's not okay or you'd rather not, let me know, and i'll be happy to delete this!)

I don't think I've ever wished I was wearing trouser pants more in my entire life, [ is what alois whines, before his teeth go back to chattering, only being still when he clenches his molars. he has half his face hidden behind his stocking covered knees, and he's trying to burrow under the blanket, without actually tugging any of it off luchino, small back wriggling restlessly against his. ]

Don't you know about fire building?

[goldntriggers]

There is little in here to burn. Stop wiggling.

[Luchino frown at the boy's movements, trying his best to ignore them and the cold. He almost wants to ask about how they got here, but mostly he just wants to be warmer than he is. A small stray thought does intrude on his dark musings, a small pleased note about the boy's blond hair.]

[ex_apricots766]

It distracts me.

[goldntriggers]

Find something else.

[ex_apricots766]

[ ack. so cold-hearted.

he does grow still for a moment or so, before stubbornly wiggling. it's a punishment. ]

[goldntriggers]

[He's cold hearted perhaps, but he's also considerably large than the boy so it's really not much of a strain for him to roll over on top of him to pin him to the floor.]

[ex_apricots766]

[ as he goes down, a surprised 'weh!' goes out, and then he's squirming on the floor under him. ]

Ah, get off, get off. You're fat!

[goldntriggers]

[He doesn't even bother dignifying that with a response. He just waits, quietly.]

[ex_apricots766]

[ it's difficult not to feel a little self-conscious. it takes only a few seconds longer before alois becomes still, entirely, once more. ]

Freezing to death seems like a really boring way to go, doesn't it?

[goldntriggers]

[He waits a moment longer to make sure he's really stopped wiggling before shifting to the side again.]

I don't intend to find out.

[ex_apricots766]

By being incredibly dull and lying there like a bump on a log?

[goldntriggers]

[Luchino leans up on an elbow to leer down at the boy.]

Are you offering to entertain and warm me?