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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

[tailsections]

[ curtis was far, far from the best. he was never going to be the best. what he hoped for was that he was enough to keep people alive but there were creeping doubts about that too.

and here he was, holding someone in his arms that might die because of him. was he selfish for taking advantage? probably.

didn't mean he was going to stop.

edgar tucks himself closer and curtis drapes an arm around him, trying to share more warmth with the other man. ]

When you find the best, point him out to me, will you?

[tastesbest]

[Edgar snorts, speaking softly against Curtis' neck, already feeling himself dropping off. Things might be horrible in the morning, they might not talk about this at all--or things might be different, and continue. Who knows. It's a risk...and sometimes they have to be taken.

But one thing is clear to him,]

Yeah. I'll just keep pointin' at you until you believe it.

[Curtis was the best in his eyes; nothing would change that. He just lived in hopes that Curtis would see that, too, one day.]

[tailsections]

Go to sleep.

[ he could hear the drowsiness in edgar's voice and he was absolutely going to use that as a way of getting out of this conversation. he wasn't the best and if edgar knew, if he really knew what sort of man curtis was, he'd think that too.

he sighs and slips his hand to curve around edgar's neck, under his hair so he could rub at the muscles there, coax him to sleep. ]

Don't drool on me.

[tastesbest]

[Edgar might have muttered that he'll drool if he wants to, but it's muffled, and trails off as he finally starts to fall asleep, lulled by that hand in his hair, hugging Curtis a bit closer as he drifts off.]