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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.

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It is freezing in here. Shiro's head is pounding in sharp streaks of pain. Stirring, he groans and covers his eyes with his palm. But the metal is even colder than the air and he hisses, pulling it away from his skin immediately.

Shivers wrack his body as he rolls onto his side and pushes himself up onto one elbow. The first thing he sees is Lance, stripped down to his armor's undersuit lying on the floor a little ways away with a blanket carelessly tossed over his legs. Shiro instantly forgets his headache and scrambles over to Lance's side.

"Lance. Lance! Come on, wake up!" He gathers up the blanket and wraps it around his paladin, pulling Lance into his lap and wrapping his arms around him and pressing him against his chest. He chafes the blanket against Lance's arms to try and warm him up. "Come on, buddy, talk to me..."

Lance groans as he's waking up, feeling like he was run over by an icebreaker. It's cold and he doesn't really want to know what was going on, but he can't ignore the worried voice of one of his comrades.

He can't really remember what happened straight away, so when he looks up at Shiro, he seems a bit out of it. "Shiro...? W-Why's it so cold? Where are we?"

Oh thank the stars. "I'm not sure where we are, but I think we were captured," Shiro says gently. Relief smooths away the rough anxiety and lets him find a small smile as he tucks the blanket more firmly across Lance's chest. "We're not in the lions, and we're not in a galra prison, unless this is a really old one. My guess would be that some of the locals got scared, didn't know who we were, and knocked us out. So much for a peaceful scouting mission, huh?"

Warmth is returning to Lance's body and he starts regaining more of his mobility as he wakes up. Not that he wants to move much, since it's comfortable. He observes Shiro now that he's more awake and takes the blanket to toss some of it over the other male.

"Geez, take care of yourself too. The others will chew me out if you return with hypothermia. Come on, closer. As much as I'd rather have a cute girl cuddle against me, this will now have to do."

Shiro makes a resistant sound. "I just got that around you properly you know." But it is cold, and he is starting to shiver. "All right, how's your head? Vision blurry at all?" For the moment he tucks the edge of the blanket under his thigh, but if Lance hasn't been concussed, they should be able to do some rearranging and maximize the blanket and body contact.

"My head feels fine enough. And as far as I can tell, everything is also in HD." His only complaint is being cold, despite a blanket and the undersuit. They're not doing much.

But hey, at least he's not stuck here with Keith. Then he'd rather suffer.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Liar. "Come on, let's get to one of the walls, then, and I can lean against it, you can sit in my lap, and we'll wrap the blanket around the front and tuck it in behind my shoulders." The room's small-ish, eight feet by six feet, and low ceilings, like a single person cell that two people have been crammed into.

"Let me help you up." Shiro shifts onto his knees and tucks a hand under Lance's elbow, other hand firm at his back as they work on standing up. Shiro actually stumbles slightly, but keeps himself from overbalancing and taming Lance down with him.

Lance reacts to Shiro's stumbling by taking a more firm stance and placing his hands on his torso to keep him up. "I'm fine my ass", he murmurs. "Let me support you for once."

There's something touching about Lance's grumpy concern, and Shiro would be lying if he said he didn't like the touch. He always keeps himself aloof from the younger paladins, trying to be the strong leader figure they need, but it means depriving himself of the gentle contact he craves a lot of the time.

"Stiff joints, that's all," he lies, resisting the urge to touch his head. It's just a little spinny, pulse pounding away at his temples and the base of his skull. "So long as I don't get a sinus infection I'll be fine," he jokes.

The wall's not far, and he sets his back to the freezing stone, sliding down it till he hits the floor and curls his knees up, parted so there's a cosy space between them where Lance can cuddle into the warmest area. Shiro gestures him down.

"I'm more worried that you have a concussion, rather than me. I don't know what to do if you lose your consciousness on me in a place like this!" Medic 101, a course he probably should have paid more attention on. At least he could likely yell at the captors to do something. Hopefully.

Sighing, Lance situates himself in the space Shiro creates, making sure to bring the blanket with him to cover them both. Then he cuddles as close as he can, to share his heat with Shiro. He's too grumpy at Shiro saying he's fine when he's not to feel too embarrassed by something like this.

"Concussions are ones you can't do much about," Shiro says automatically. "Just wake them up every hour or so, try to get a sense for if their pupils contract with light, keep them hydrated and comfortable. It has to pass on its own. If there's a brain hemorrhage then you're in bigger trouble, but there's even less you can do without medical facilities, so it's not really something to worry about."

Tucking the blanket it behind his back on either side creates a cozy little half-tented space between his knees, stretched out over Lance where he pokes out beyond the boundary, and the younger paladin can lean up against Shiro's chest to get more heat. Shiro's always been warm, giving off a lot of heat like Hunk does, making his spare hugs enjoyable. This is even warmer than usual, or is once the air inside the blanket heats up a bit. This close, though, Lance can feel the low-grade shiver in Shiro's limbs and hear a little bit of a rasp in his chest. Shiro absent-mindedly lifts his left hand to comb his fingers soothingly through Lance's short hair, dropping his head low so that even his warm breath can be soaked up by his smaller companion.

"... okay, please don't have hemorrwhatever. I'll keep an eye on you, but I can't even do the other things in this situation." Unless their captors provided them water which they hadn't yet.

Being this close and warm feels comfortable. It reminds Lance of the times he and his siblings made pillowforts and cuddled in as the fort collapsed on them after a while. Tge memory makes him shake a bit, but he keeps himself composed somehow. He really missed his family.

Shiro smiles and huffs a soft sound. "Don't worry, Lance. If I had one, I probably wouldn't have woken up." Apparently that's meant to be comforting.

"It's going to be okay," he murmurs when he feels Lance tremble. "We'll find our way out of here. And the team knows where we were scouting - they'll find us before we even manage to think up a plan, probably. Who knows... Maybe our jailers are lovely ladies and you can charm the keys out of them."

Her Majesty the Queen Kaltenecker was quite distressed. Her Prince, Lance of the Warm Hands, was cold, and as she was a Queen of quite the rotund shape she could easily help!

And so she did, walking over to him a bit more quickly than she generally ever walked, mooing softly and bumping her head against him.

This Large Metal Space Cat was rather cold, she had to admit, and her Prince had informed her that the heating systems had been turned down to preserve power. A wise decision, no doubt, save for the fact that his hands were shaking.

She mooed again with a bit more insistent headbump to his shoulder, trying her best to get his attention. He was so obviously tired and needed his rest, she could easily lie down and have him cuddle with her to use her heat. She did produce a lot of it, after all!

Lance snapped back awake by Kalteneckers insistent mooing. He had dozed off for a bit, as the lion was on autopilot.

"What is it girl? Are you worried about me?" Lance pet her head lightly.

Worried? Of course she was. Cold Humans were Humans that were not comfortable, and as she cared deeply for her Prince, she could not let this stand.

With a soft moo and a nuzzle she did her best to get him out of his seat, namely by pulling on the glove of the hand that had pet her.

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i need to make icons xD i have some amazing lance ones for you though

oho, you should show me sometime :3

gah i think they got lost in my computer reset, but i can make them again