[Closed] "I'm So Afraid Of The Gift You've Gave Me"
Characters: Yoite am_i_even_alive and Blaine outandproudboy
Setting/Location: Orvshire - beside a frozen lake, near the church and band stand.
Date & Time: day 37 time around early evening.
Warnings: Yoite falling on the ice? Idek
Summary: Blaine seemed to have been drawn in by Yoite beautiful, yet sad singing and Yoite taken in by Blaine's voice in return. Trying to make more of an effort in being social, Yoite has asked Blaine to some and meet him, bring him something warm to wear and help him find his way back to the caravan.
At lest he had his hat on.
Yoite clutched it, pulling it down over his face, well, mostly over his little red ears, trying the best that he could to stay as warm as he could. Normally, he was numb, normally this weather didn't feel all that more different from how he felt inside. Cold and frozen.
It should have been obvious to at least one person on the caravan, why Yoite was out listening to the carols, maybe the priest too, Yoite recalled having told Farther Chrishunds about how he loved to listen to the choir boys singing. It was peaceful, it was probably why Yoite wasn't as nervous about meeting this Blaine face to face, his voice was alluring, he could hold a note and in perfect pitch.
Stepping out from the gap in the wall that he's squeezed his slim body into, Yoite brought his hands to his face, blowing on them for what little warmth he could gain, rubbing them for friction before stepping back between the buildings, poking his face out now and then as he looked for Blaine, looking like some cute little dormouse as he did this.
Setting/Location: Orvshire - beside a frozen lake, near the church and band stand.
Date & Time: day 37 time around early evening.
Warnings: Yoite falling on the ice? Idek
Summary: Blaine seemed to have been drawn in by Yoite beautiful, yet sad singing and Yoite taken in by Blaine's voice in return. Trying to make more of an effort in being social, Yoite has asked Blaine to some and meet him, bring him something warm to wear and help him find his way back to the caravan.
At lest he had his hat on.
Yoite clutched it, pulling it down over his face, well, mostly over his little red ears, trying the best that he could to stay as warm as he could. Normally, he was numb, normally this weather didn't feel all that more different from how he felt inside. Cold and frozen.
It should have been obvious to at least one person on the caravan, why Yoite was out listening to the carols, maybe the priest too, Yoite recalled having told Farther Chrishunds about how he loved to listen to the choir boys singing. It was peaceful, it was probably why Yoite wasn't as nervous about meeting this Blaine face to face, his voice was alluring, he could hold a note and in perfect pitch.
Stepping out from the gap in the wall that he's squeezed his slim body into, Yoite brought his hands to his face, blowing on them for what little warmth he could gain, rubbing them for friction before stepping back between the buildings, poking his face out now and then as he looked for Blaine, looking like some cute little dormouse as he did this.