Body Heat

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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.

Comments

[steeledskin]

"The alternative," she chided him, "is to have our tummies full and our persons tucked under more furs than this. Before a roaring fire." But then Sansa paused, shook her head, and corrected herself: "Roaring fires." Plural. Separate. In her indulgent fantasy she must not allow them to be sharing that same fire's heat -- after all, what they shared now was only due to a lack of other options.

Even so, she snuggled nearer and suppressed a shudder as she leached his warmth.

[teenyoda]

He caught the slip and he smiled, wishing he could lift his arm over her shoulder and let her tuck in more. That might have the wrong effect and he wasn't up to having to try to talk her back into doing this, especially not when he could feel it starting to get warm under the blanket. "Mm, that'd be nice. After a nice hot bath. Bubbles for you, of course." Yep. She seemed like a bubble bath kind of girl.

[steeledskin]

"What do bubbles have to do with a bath?"

Bubbles were a waste of precious soap, Stiles! Or at least some magical byproduct of modern soapy science. The hard old-fashions soaps with which she was familiar did not lather into frothy walls of bubbles and foam. She was fortunate to receive a few suds as she scrubbed.

[teenyoda]

"... Oh wow. Okay, when we get back? I'm finding bubbles for you. It's a sort of... liquidy soap thing you put in the bath while it's running and it bubbles up and, you know... bubbles."

[steeledskin]

Sansa shook her head.

"It isn't your duty to prepare my baths, Stiles." Gods forbid. "Sigrid does; it may be she knows something of this...liquidy soap."

[teenyoda]

Okay, that got him a little flustered. "I wouldn't prepare it myself. Just find the, uh, the stuff. So you could. Or Sigrid. Or... stuff. For the bath. Not me. Near the bath."

[steeledskin]

The fluster was mutual. She hunched her shoulders together and stared across the room -- this avoidance of his gaze was made easier by the fact that she was sat next to him already. And although she stiffened at his side, it would be more fuss to extricate herself than to stay here. Quiet. Pleasant. Patient.

"O-of course. It wouldn't be seemly." Because you're a man and I-- "You're no servant. Certainly no handmaiden."

That would have to do.

[teenyoda]

He snorted at that, cheeks still a little pink but his head ducking as he shook it. "It's really... weird to hear you talk like that. I mean, not you, but... about servants and stuff. Most people do things for themselves where I come from unless they're unable to. Like... disabled or too old or too young. Especially stuff like that. Personal stuff."

[steeledskin]

"For themselves!"

She blew a long breath out her puffed cheeks. And she gave her head a shake. "I would be lost without Sigrid to prepare the water and work the comb through my hair." Sansa could do a lot of things: dance and sing and play the high harp. But the sheer trouble of having had to wash her own hair was borderline traumatic.

[teenyoda]

He couldn't help it; he laughed. It was quiet and he was trying to muffle it, but he was still laughing. "That's probably because you haven't had to do it yourself. When you get brought up to learn to be independent, it's kind of... grating to have someone trying to do everything for you."

[steeledskin]

Independent. Very little about how she was raised tended towards independence. Indeed, being here had made her miss the simple pleasures of having someone to pour her drinks for her. Or to tie the stays upon her dress. For propriety's sake, she could not outright explain to him that there were things that one simply could not do for herself.

But she tried: "Some tasks are built for two people. They would be impossible alone."

[teenyoda]

"Sure, like sports and stuff. But basic self reliance? This isn't me picking, Sansa, this is me pointing out a difference. We're taught how to dress ourselves by the time most of us are three. We learn how to read and write and take care of ourselves. Only the upper crusters have butlers or maids and even they don't need help getting dressed. Part of it's clothes styles since the whole corset thing went out a long time ago, but we sort of value our independence. It's a thing with us."

[steeledskin]

Well. She was pretty upper crust herself.

"A knight does not don his own armour. He has his squire to help him. He ought to. Why shouldn't a lady have her help as well? Not every dress can be tied alone." She frowned, feeling a little piqued by the accusation. "You make it sound as if I must be incapable: I assure you, Stiles, I can perform those duties myself if I must. I can read and I can write and I know..."

I know how to play the game.

"And I take good care of my handmaidens. Or I aim to."

Now. These days. Once, she was not so sweet. Once, she was rather ignorant. But times change.

[teenyoda]

"Kind of another difference. We've made our clothes so that we can put them on ourselves. Same with body armor and vests and stuff. Might be a big difference there." It was a huge difference and he knew it. But getting dressed all by himself like a big boy had been a thing growing up and he couldn't imagine just standing there while someone put clothes on him.

[steeledskin]

"Quite. I would very much like to see you attempt to tie your own stays, Stiles--"

Only. You know. She didn't literally want to watch. That might be weird.

[teenyoda]

"Do guys clothes have stays?" He grinned where she (hopefully) couldn't see it.

[steeledskin]

"I could not say--" she responded with a dull flat tone that did not dare betray her mirth. "I've never worn them. But his armour would require help in tying and untying -- the shoulder pieces cannot be reached alone."

[teenyoda]

"Points for future body armor, then. Kevlar clearly trumps... whatever shoulder pieces are made out of."

[steeledskin]

"Steel. But I have seen armour made of leather, as well. Both, I imagine, are difficult to don."

As difficult, perhaps, as a corset.

[teenyoda]

Nope, pretty sure you girls have us guys beat with corsets. Those are evil, evil inventions.

[steeledskin]

"Evil!" She chirped, shocked. "How can a garment be evil?"

[teenyoda]

"It's a... saying. We're very anthropomorphic where I come from and we sort of pass out attributes to inanimate things. It's a thing."

[steeledskin]

"Some dresses require corsetry, Stiles."

[teenyoda]

"Not where I'm from. There's some slinky dresses and pretty ones, yeah, but none of them need you to torture yourself to wear them."