bakerstreet | (no subject)

(no subject)

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

No kidding, it's all anyone talked about for months. I guess my perspective on plot changed a lot since then. Or truth versus fiction.

[ "Stranger than", or so they say. Banagher doesn't mean to take a cursory glance along the row of feathers that skims over him in demonstration, but he does anyway when he shifts as instructed. He tucks his arms in and sniffs. ]

They're a lot warmer than I thought. Feathers. You're not cold at all?

Hah. I guess that's not surprising. I think I'm still hung up on how Sigourney Weaver should've been the main character, she was cool.

[Julien makes this easier on himself and extends a clawed thumb, snags it on the blanket over Banagher's shoulder to keep the rest of the limb in place. There is wing over the kid's back down to his waist; on his far side the feathers growing from what was Julien's hand descend at an angle like some kind of cape.]

If I splayed out, probably. Like this, maybe a little. It's not that bad. You see... [he has to say it] birds splashing around in weather like this, if someone breaks the ice for them. I guess when I don't have any more bare skin I'll be like that too. [Which is unhappier-sounding than he intended. He fakes a laugh.] God, listen to me.

[ Though the armpit advice was good, he finds himself moving restlessly beneath the curve of the feathers, pulling his legs in and pressing the flats of his arms against them. Breathing into the covered space by his knees gives off the impression of being warmer than he actually is, at least immediately. It serves double, too, making him feel like less of an imposition on something so sensitive. ]

Sorry. [ He knows that only calls more attention to it, in the long run, but he can't quite help it. ] I'm still getting used to the idea of wrong questions, too.

[He sighs]

Well, it's okay. [not really, or only sort of] I was in denial for months after all, might as well face all the things now. Right?

[ He hums a lukewarm attempt of an agreement, mostly for his own sake. Mostly because he can't even imagine, and it felt too heartless to even try. ]

Anyone would be. Are you afraid?

[Julien pulls his other wing closer and scratches the side of his face with the claw on his thumb, drawing white lines into his skin]

Aaaah, well. Wouldn't you be? But it's not like it helps, to go around making it obvious.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only