Because it's cold in here.

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The Body Heat Meme

1. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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!
4. So, uh, have fun, I suppose. Try to not freeze to death!
5. Protip: friction and body heat are both excellent ways to fend off cold.

Comments

[rebelledforhim]

[While Cas has honestly considered that very seriously about himself for some time, the smile reminds him of someone--and the art of affectionate teasing. Like one of his brothers. Or the boys.

His mouth twitches, barely, something of a smile.] We will get out of here.

[nottheshoe]

No problem. Named after the goddess of victory, remember?

[Still.... Her lips form a pout and she can't even believe she's going to ask this but--]

Could yah-- just rub your hand up and down? [She demonstrates on his back slowly] Like that?

[rebelledforhim]

Yes. [Yes, he does. In detail. He imagines she still meets with the others when they have their retreats every few decades.

His eyebrows raise at her question--but he doesn't comment. He only does as she asks, moving his hand and rubbing her back as she demonstrated]

[nottheshoe]

[She feels the slight tension before he does as she asks and her smile turns a bit sly]

Hey, be glad I didn't say we should strip. Because technically, that is the easiest way t'transfer body heat.

[rebelledforhim]

[He raises an eyebrow, looking at her--] I have no qualms about removing my clothes if it will help you.

[nottheshoe]

[That'll get her to raise an eyebrow]

Hey there, don't be so quick t'give up th'goods. I'll be fine, champ, just keep doin' what you're doin'.

[rebelledforhim]

[There's a classic quizzical look at the former, in true Castiel fashion, but he nods and continues his ministrations on her back.] Very well.

[nottheshoe]

Thank y'Cas. [She's stopped shivering as much, that's for sure. Slowly she's warming up, she's beginning to picture a specific circle she may be able to cast to get her a bit more help...

Her hands begin to work against his back in specific patterns. Her mind trying to reach the conclusion, muscle memory trying to boot up.

...She then wondered, vaguely if he even had someone draw on his back before. Something so mundane to her probably was foreign to him.

Still, she had to keep her mouth running, it kept her mind off the cold]

S'nice havin' an angel lookin' after yah.

[rebelledforhim]

[He nods at her first, as if there is no need to thank him--no need to acknowledge it--it is simply something that is. He would never -not- do something like this, let alone more, if it kept her out of danger kind of thing.

His mouth quirks again--something more of a smile, one many people have never seen.]

You are my friend. I wish to do so.

[nottheshoe]

[An intake of breath, a ghost of a laugh]

Of course. I feel th'same way about my family.

[Friends... just wasn't a strong enough word for them anymore]

M'happy t'be counted among your friends then.

[rebelledforhim]

I am glad. [He is. He enjoys making those he cares for happy. Though, the happiness is often short lived. There's a small silence, as Cas is thinking...]

..My relationship with my family is..complicated.

[nottheshoe]

[She hums against his skin. Her fingers patterns were becoming more definite. The fog in her brain was clearing up]

Really? Tell me about it.

[rebelledforhim]

There are many of us.

[Which is an understatement. He takes a moment, sighing]

There is a great love among us, but...it has long been tainted. Broken, by torn loyalties and poor decisions. [Another silence...his tone changes, weary, but resolute.] I am in the middle of a civil war.

[nottheshoe]

[She presses her lips together. Her own eyes darken.]

Know what that's like... s'what I'm goin' through right now... though not with my family... Not my current one at least.

[She had to wonder, from time to time, what her parents and siblings would think about her decisions... thoughts she didn't like to dwell on. Too many what ifs, and what should have's. The present is what mattered. She had to keep reminding herself of that, just so she could move forward.]

[rebelledforhim]

My condolences. [He means that. His own brothers have been fighting since time immemorial. It started with Micheal and Lucifer. And now, it seems, his brothers expect it to end with them. Not if Castiel can help it.] Many of my brothers have fallen. I have...

...I regret this. [More than he can say. But he will do anything to keep Dean, and Sam, from harm.] ..and the Father has abandoned us.

[nottheshoe]

[She pauses and thinks on his words for a moment. She understands with him there's a lot more weight to each of his words-- like Shinji. He never said much, but what he said was important. One of her hands retreats from his back and pulls up to his corresponding arm, tugging at it, a signal for him to bring his hand to hers. When he does that she'll lace her fingers through his. He probably wouldn't understand the gesture now, however she was sure to get him accustomed to these sorts of things.]

M'sorry for your loss.... [Her voice is a quiet murmur, yet it's regaining it's strength] I managed t'get my entire-- biological family killed cause of a stupid mistake...

[A soft breath in. She's usually not this candid about these things, but she can tell that Cas wouldn't handle the news like a human would]

Almost got my current family killed too... several times over. Always try t'make sure they never get hurt....

[rebelledforhim]

[He tilts his head at the movement--and allows her to take his hand, watching as she twists her fingers with his. He doesn't understand, but the pressure is..comforting. Somehow.

He frowns into the dark as she talks, committing to her every word. Cas isn't good at comfort. He's often told his 'bedside manner' could use some work..but he does have a gift with the truth.]

Because they are your family. [A breath.] I am sorry for your loss as well, Nike. I..try to keep my own out of harms way. My friends.

It is difficult, when I feel I have brought much of this upon them by my own mistakes and misplaced trust. But I will sacrifice everything for them. Always.

[..another breath--He's never really said this out loud before.]..Dean and Sam have become more my family than my true brothers have ever been.

[nottheshoe]

[She just grips his hand tighter, thumb rubbing little circles into him.]

Funny, ain't it? [Her mind drifts to Shinji, Yoshie, and Marc] How close y'can be t'someone and they aren't even blood.

[She lets out a long shuddering breath. Memories hitting her like a flood]

After my family died, I never thought I'd find anyone t'replace that hole. I thought I'd walk around like a shell for the rest of my life.

[Truthfully she hadn't come close to repairing all the emotional damage that had been wrought by her own actions... but it had begun. And it was as much a start as any]

[rebelledforhim]

[He nods, absently, Bobby Singer's voice drifting in his head, 'Family don't end with blood'.

...He nods again, eyes burrowing holes into the wall across from them. The Host has been gone for some time before all this business had even happened. Without the Creator's presence, all of the angels felt it. They are in a perpetual state of pain and loss because of it. So much so, one of his own brothers--Anael, Anna--had fallen, ripping her grace from her being in grief.

Cas had faith their Father would return. But the suffering was the same.

But when he had found Dean there, in the pit, and rebuilt him, cradled his soul with his Grace in his ascent from Hell...]...So did I.

Salvation comes in the most unexpected forms.

[nottheshoe]

What's important is that y'got here, right?

[She brings their hands inbetween their bodies, both because her hand was still fucking freezing, and so he could feel the heart beat.]

And you're doin' what y'think is right.

[She closes her eyes again, just soaking in his heat]

Past and future ain't shit without the present.

[rebelledforhim]

[He watches her do this--per usual--and stares a quiet moment at their hands, her heart beating between them, as well as his own--the vessel's--steady, strong, beat, beat, beat.

He is. He truly is, and he will do anything to keep going, even if it means his death. Which it most likely will. And he has accepted this, as long as the boys are safe. As long as Dean is safe.]

Your perspective is enlightening.

[His fingers curl around her own at last, suddenly understanding why this is done--not just in greeting, or comfort, but...expressions of affection. He is growing very fond of Nike. Of his friend.]

I hope you will see the same in yourself, Nike. [And how much you are truly worth.]

[nottheshoe]

[A small smile as his fingers finally curl into her hand. She give a small reassuring tug with her own before speaking again]

Somedays I do. Other days it's more difficult.

[More accurately "most" days. The only comfort she had was she was making a difference. She was going to change this government and how it was run. She had the power to.



Then. Her brain flips. A light switch turns on.]

Hey, hold still a sec wouldja?

[....not like he wasn't in the first place......]

[rebelledforhim]

Yes. It is.

[He lets the silence stretch, mulling over things in his head--when she speaks again. His brow furrows the way it does, and he does go completely still when she asks. In fact, it's hard to say if he's breathing. Not that he needs to. His grace sustains the vessel without it.] Very well.

[nottheshoe]

[She gives him a bit of a strange look] Didn't mean it literally, but oookay.

[Then softly the hand on his back traces a pattern, one she definitely knew. If she could just draw forth enough power---

HAH.


A bit of wind would kick up the dust around them and /Poof/.

A snow leopard... is just... gonna appear. Next to you guys. This is normal okay?

When it's fully in focus, it's eyes look from Nike, to Cas.]

Athena. Welcome to th'party.

[Athena flicks her tail and comes forward hesitantly, bumping heads as best she can with Nike. However, she was still not sure of who the new guy was(She'd have to get filled in through Nike's thoughts).]

Cas, this is Athena. Athena this is Castiel.

[rebelledforhim]

[He blinks as the large cat appears next to him--and her energy matches Nike's so closely, he assumes this is part of her magic. Part of her. At the introduction, he remembers their earlier conversation and nods cordially at the feline.]

Hello, Athena.

[He turns his eyes back to Nike--] You can summon some of your magicks, at least. This is a good sign.