the blanket burrito meme (gen or shipping).

[fetishes]

the
BLANKET BURRITO
meme

so, winter came. snuggle up, little pups! your character has been rolled up like a comfy cleopatra. since you're too settled in to move, a friend may have to take care of your other needs, or take advantage of the situation by throwing you over their shoulder or taping it shut while you're snoozing. encourage them to find their own blanket and have a caterpillar race. just curl up with each other. whatever. it's a blanket burrito. it's impossible to be sad in a blanket burrito.

rules
1. post with your character name, series, preferences
2. your character has been burrito'd
3. tag around, be nice, business as usual

Comments

lmk if you'd like anything changed!

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[ While the winter season wasn't all that harsh in Elysia, Sorey and Mikleo still did what they could to keep themselves warm -- well, namely Mikleo tried to do what he could to help keep him warm, but Sorey had taken the initiative this time. What better way to warm up then by doing it by a fire, covered in blankets? Considering that Sorey didn't have too many himself, they were curled up in the same blanket, sitting side by side. ]

How's that? Warmer? [ He asks softly, offering a smile. ]

you're good! c: yay for blanket sharing~

[nodogsallowed]

Warmer.

[ Mikleo repeats, placing a bit more emphasis on the 'er' than the rest of the word. Warmer. Still, there's something to be said for the fire, as well as for Sorey's body heat. It's enough that when a chilly breeze still manages to sweep by, the contrasting temperature is enough to make the seraph shiver. ]

Still can't believe you only have one blanket.

[ That's a half-hearted complaint at best, of course, from someone who sidles next to the other as discreetly as he can manage while goosebumps chase down his back in the wake of the momentary chill. ]

<3! : >>

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Still, it worked out pretty well like this, didn't it?

[ Leave it to him to look on the bright side of things. They could warm one another like this on top of being warmed with a blanket. Seems like a pretty good way to avoid the cold, if you ask him.

He feels Mikleo slide a little closer, and he returns the favor, scooting close enough so their shoulders are touching one another. ]

[nodogsallowed]

[ By all appearances, Mikleo's gaze is turned toward the fire now. But if Sorey looks over, looks closely enough, he'll see the seraph glancing at him from the corner of an eye, something tugging at the corner of his lips, subtly lifting it. Given their proximity, it's not even all that discreet, really. ]

I guess I can't complain.

[ Not with Sorey equally working to further bridge the gap between them, sealing in the heat they've gathered beneath the blanket. It's appealing -- and not just because it's warmth, but because of who's providing it.

Mikleo won't admit that, of course. Not yet, at least.

It takes a moment of silence first, but then slowly, gradually, he begins to lean against that shoulder, sinking some as he unconsciously relaxes. ]

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[ Sorey can't help but smile all the more at that, knowing fully well that that meant he was more or less content in where they were. Given how Mikleo relaxes against him, how could Sorey himself not help but feel content like this? ]

This is really nice.

[ After all the years spent together, it's a little surprising that they hadn't done this before. But, now that they had, they had a pretty easy way to keep warm. ]

How about hot chocolate later? [ Whether or not Mikleo admits to it, he... probably does enjoy sweets. Or, that's what Sorey thought, anyways. ]

[nodogsallowed]

Don’t go getting sentimental on me... [ Mikleo chides gently, merely a murmur. But there’s a subtle hint of color blossoming on his cheeks all the same, perhaps at his own internal agreement. It is nice -- being wrapped in a blanket, being warm again, being close to Sorey -- all of it.

At the offer of hot chocolate, the seraph finds himself in a split decision. On one hand, Sorey’s got him on the hook at ‘hot’ at this point. (And, yes, 'chocolate' too; but hot works. Hot sounds good. Yes please.) On the other, however, there’s a brief flicker of change in his expression -- one that seems to read, don’t go, you’ll take my warmth! without nearly saying as much.

After a moment, he hunkers down further beneath the blanket, resting more bodily against Sorey, letting his eyes slide closed for a minute. ]

Only if you make it.

[ He’s worked this hard to get even this warm -- no way is he jeopardizing that now. ]

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Is it sentimental if it's an observation? [ Well, just wondering. It really does feel rather nice being this close to Mikleo. It leaves him warmer than it would if it was just him curled up in these blankets - what, with the way that his heart was fluttering in his chest and all. ]

I can make it. [ He offers. Yet, he makes no movement to get up just yet. ] Hey, I think I've gotten better at making it from the last time you had my hot chocolate!

[ He might not be as good as Mikleo when it comes to handling sweet things, but hey, it's a work in progress! ]

[nodogsallowed]

[ An observation. Yeah, right -- if it were something as simple as an observation, Sorey would have used a different tone.

That’s the plus side, (and, for Sorey, he imagines), the down side of knowing each other for as long as they have: Nothing gets past either of them anymore, really. But, for now -- for purposes of keeping the two of them close together in their Impenetrable Fortress of Warmth -- Mikleo will let it go. For now.

To the offer and subsequent follow-up remark, the seraph blinks, then squints slightly. ]

Have you been practicing or something?

[ If so, for whom? That’s really what Mikleo wants to know, though he can’t immediately put his finger on why it would matter at all... ]

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[ Practicing? Well, he guesses he could say that. With how cold things have gotten, it's given him more opportunities to try to make this more often. He... did think of ways he could change things around with it in order to make it taste better for Mikleo.

He moves then, beginning to untangle himself from Mikleo - almost immediately missing that close contact between the two of them. He knows that they'll have that warmth back soon enough, however. The sooner he makes that hot chocolate, the better. ]

Kind of. It's been pretty cold like this every day lately, hasn't it? Either way, I'm pretty excited for you to give this a taste!

[ He starts preparing it with ease, smiling slightly as he recites the steps to take in his head. ]

[nodogsallowed]

[ Of course he is, Mikleo thinks to himself. Behind the other's back, he allows himself a small and fleeting smile at the notion. Verbally, however, his response is far more typical -- ] I'll try it. Just don't make it too hot -- I'd like to keep my taste buds.

[ But even too hot is preferable to the bone-chilling temperature outside the blanket. Honestly, he has to question how Sorey stands it; or how he hasn't fallen miserably sick by now. Either way, hurry up and get back here isn't something he wants to say out loud; but it is perhaps written on his features as he bundles the blankets around himself just a little tighter. At least he can still hoard the warmth Sorey left behind while he waits.

Though secretly, it's not nearly a suitable replacement for the brunette himself. ]