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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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[seasoflight]

It's so unbearably cold here.

Miqo'te are not meant for cold- it was why they had fled their former homelands during the Calamity of Ice, ages and ages ago- and in more recent history, also fled from Coerthas after the Calamity of Meteors left Ishgard a frozen wasteland where it had previously been temperate mountain forests. Felih, having grown up in a tropical region, was even more unprepared for cold.

"Do you have any firestarters?" he asks, quick to press his sparsely-dressed form against Lotor's while he tries to cocoon them both in the few blankets they do have in this wintry, snowed-in den. "I could use magic if I weren't so drained..." he says with a shuddering, wheezing breath as he curls closer against Lotor, desperate for warmth. Breathing is becoming more difficult- Twelve, it's so cold and he never fared well in cold...

Pardon him, Lotor, he's just going to bury his face against your chest.

[waitatick]

Lotor smiled as Felih got closer to him, pulling him closer still and wrapping the blanket as well as his arms around him. His hands ran up and down his companion's back in order to speed the process of generating heat.

"I am afraid I do not, and with the storm outside it is probably for the best we remain here for the time being. It will be better before long, I assure you. I am quite warmer than many Galra."

[seasoflight]

Felih just curled up closer still, shivering badly, but luckily Lotor's warmth was a welcome relief. "Thank the Twelve... gods, you're so warm- I'm just going to..." He clambers up into his lap, pressing even more determinedly against him, trying to soak up every bit of heat he could find. "...stay right here..." he mumbles on another shuddering breath, still trembling like a leaf from the cold.

"I hope this awful blizzard passes quickly- being frozen in a place like this is bad enough, but the boredom of waiting out a storm is adding insult to injury..." he whines, fluffy tail wrapping around Lotor's waist to wrap him up more for warmth.

[waitatick]

"Boredom? Stars forbid we have that."

Without a conscious thought he pressed a brief kiss to the top of Felih's head, smiling. It was quite adorable, really, the way he was curled so closely...

"There are a great number of things I could tell you about various places I have been. I have a fondness for history and have explored many planets for artifacts relating to my Altean heritage, and many more besides simply to explore. Or to carry out the orders of the Emperor, but those tales are far less pleasant."

And then, his voice lilting with mirth,

"Unless, of course, you have a better suggestion on how to pass the time?"

[seasoflight]

Felih's ears suddenly perk up when Lotor kisses the top of his head- surprised, but pleasantly so. He hadn't guessed the other to be so affectionate, but the gesture had him immediately burrowing closer against him, a deep purr kicking up in his chest despite the fact that the cold still has him shivering in his lap.

"I just hate the cold," he murmurs quietly. "It brings back bad memories." His ears are low once more, drooping against the sides of his head as he tries to bury his face into Lotor's chest and shoulder, nuzzling along aimlessly just trying to find the comfiest (and warmest) place to rest his head.

"Pass the time- in a place like this?" Felih whines, suddenly looking up, nearly pouting. "In case you've not noticed, this den hardly has anything of use, let alone entertainment... We've just got each other here- so I would not object to hearing your voice," he says, finally laughing a little as he cuddles close. "Mayhaps a truth game? 'Tis something the kits in my tribe would play when the storms were harsh and we were stuck waiting it out inside the dens."

"You ask two questions- the other must answer one question of the two, or they lose, and owe the winner a favor of their choosing. We used to use our favors on silly things- candies, or trading chores or work. Do your people have such a game?"

[waitatick]

That purr made Lotor's chest feel a bit strange. He was very unused to being so attracted to who someone was so quickly. Physical attractions were commonplace, but true affection was something he so rarely allowed himself to feel that he tightened his hold the slightest bit to try to calm himself.

"I apologize. I did not mean to make a mockery of your pain."

It was all he could really say. His jokes often weren't in the best taste regardless of whom they were directed toward.

"We did have such games, a great many years ago. They died out as time passed and the empire grew more concerned with conquest, however. I would be delighted to play, although the truths you hear may not appeal to you."

He stopped for a moment, sighing.

"May we choose which question we answer? Or is there a sort of bonus for both?"

[seasoflight]

Felih sighs softly and nuzzles back into his chest. "It's alright. It's not your fault. My past has simply ruined previously benign things, that is all," he murmurs, relaxing when he feels Lotor tightening his hold. It's odd, how it makes him feel secure instead of restrained, but he relishes the comfort.

His ears perk up, however, curiously listening to the story, before laughing softly. "Then, we'll ask about fun truths, then. Amusing ones. And you may choose which question you answer- although... hm, a bonus for answering both may be nice. Mayhaps it means you get to only ask one question on your turn and the other must answer?" he suggests, tail wiggling a little behind him.

It's so bitterly cold, but at least it's easier being curled up to Lotor.

[waitatick]

It truly was bitterly cold. but the weight of Felih curled around him helped more than he could express. He gently ran his hands over his back, doing his best to soothe and comfort.

"I understand. Many things that others see as benign are difficult for me. Simply tell me should I say anything that discomforts you and I shall do my best to avoid the topic. I do not wish to hurt you."

He chuckled a little at the suggestion and the tail wiggling, though.

"That sounds acceptable, although...should you ask something scandalous as your bonus I cannot guarantee that my answer will be amusing."

[seasoflight]

Felih purrs softly when Lotor runs his hands over his back, melting against him like the happy cat he was. He nuzzles along Shiro's attire, then his skin- over his neck- and gives a little laugh over it.

"Oh? Do you not have much in the way of scandalous stories?" he chirps, before grinning. "Don't worry, that wasn't a part of our game."

At least this distracts him a bit more from the cold.

"Here, I'll start first... what's your guiltiest pleasure? Or- what's the most embarrassing thing you've done?" he asks, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looks up at him from where Felih is now resting his head on his shoulder.

I'm so very late im sorry

[waitatick]

"I fear I do not. Many of my journeys to other systems were for business or the plots against my father, not for pleasure."

But he paused, trying to consider.

"Hmmm, most embarrassing thing I have done was probably to land upon the wrong planet entirely and begin speaking to its people as though they were conquered and answered to the Empire. I could not understand why they ran at me with spears and swords."

He had to laugh a little, at that.

it's okay~!

[seasoflight]

Felih gives a mock pout. "Oh, truly a shame. Life is meant for making mischief and enjoying yourself," he says, breaking into a soft laugh at the end, although he's still very stubbornly cuddling up to Lotor in an attempt to fight the chill from the blizzard outside. He only has a few blankets and cushions, but mayhaps they would help... He pulls them from hammerspace, and stubbornly tries to drape them both in them, trying to make a nest or cocoon of them.

"Twelve," Felih says in response to Lotor's embarrassing story, unable to help a small, sharp exhale through his nose before laughing outright. "You've told me of your troubles dealing with the empire... but somehow, imagining you trying to assert control over the wrong planet... I could not fathom how to make such a mistake. No wonder you were embarrassed," he laughs, cuddling closer.

"Alright. Your turn- unless you wished to answer the other question as well?" he chirps, tail wiggling playfully for a moment before the cold makes him immediately wrap it back around them both.