Brrrr it’s cold in here

[pippilongsockings]

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

[enbashira]

( it's a strange way to put things, he thinks. it isn't unheard of, though, and he's always endeavored to understand and listen for the hearts of those around him, rather than balk at their way of thinking; even his own father, tarnished as he was by drink and harsh words, had a way of looking at the world that he thinks he could have understood. even so, understanding does not diminish pain; looking at subaru, no matter if he's stood perched at the end of a bridge, staring down into the dark nothingness of the water below, or quietly in step beside him, his movements resolute but receding, there's no mistaking the burden of pain that hangs over him, a noose where his head sits but his neck hasn't yet the strength to break. if he could put his hands through and snap the rope himself, he would: but it's beyond him, at this point, somewhere he just can't quite reach.

the sound of the water becomes a distant trickle, the further they move past it. the fields at either side seem to sway with the chill of the breeze, and despite it, he thinks that this purgatory could be a rather beautiful place if it were only devoid of the creatures that inhabit it. the distant rice paddies and crops remind him of traveling between towns back home; knowing what he knows, he figures he'll never see such a thing again. the thought is soft, almost bittersweet, but his expression is hard to falter; one hand lifts, tuts a long finger for the white paper bird on his shoulder, rubbing at its constructed beak as though it could possibly be a creature of flesh and blood. he'd like to pull a stalk of wheat for it to nibble at--longing is a hard thing to contain. )

Why are you undeserving of my concern? ( it doesn't sound judgmental--it's curious, warm words passed in the small space between them; his shoulder could touch subaru's if he only moved an inch to the left. ) You are my companion. It's natural that I should want to watch over you.

( --which doesn't imply any weakness, but only his own desires. he knows that subaru does not need help protecting himself; his powers are fluid, beautiful things that beget admiration. he has a well of it inside of him, he thinks, more than he's put to show in this place.

rather: )

I worry, in fact, that you do not concern yourself with your own well-being enough.