RP: Cel, keyword "cold weather"
Name: Exploring in Blue
Community Event: Christmas 2010
Prompt: 02: Cold Weather
Word Count: 945
Summary: Cel was used to the cold, even if Bre wasn’t.
Notes: KH-verse, set before Asuka’s found Bre and Cel.
Celphrine was used to the cold-at least, she’d always thought she dealt with the cold well. She wasn’t Kaz, after all, and she didn’t have the magic on reserve that he did (and so couldn’t turn entire rooms into freezers as he could), but she was still an ice mage and that meant she could deal with the cold. Bre and Asuka had always been much worse when it came to the cold, but again, that was to be expected as well. The two of them were fire mages; of course they would find it uncomfortable when she made them accompany her out into the farthest reaches of the underground village, when they explored the tunnels that burrowed even deeper into the planet than the village itself had ever gone.
But here, Cel was learning that whatever cold she’d faced in Desuya, it was nothing compared to the rest of the worlds.
She’d missed the name of the town when she’d asked a passerby earlier-he’d had this wonderfully interesting accent and that had completely distracted her-and Bre didn’t seem to particularly care that much where they were. He was complaining, which amused her to no end as she wandered the streets with him following.
“You’re not even cold?” he asked for the umpteenth time as Cel paused to look into a store window. This one held all manner of tiny items, small replicas of furniture and clothing and even minuscule tea sets on the tables. Behind the small tea set was an entire little village, a little snake-like thing she’d learned to be a train weaving its way throughout the town’s houses.
At Bre’s words, though, she took a moment to survey her reflection in the window, wondering why she would be cold. She was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and thick pants, which had long since been tucked into her knee-high boots to avoid them trailing in standing water, puddles of which could be found all over. She had a sweater to wear over top, but it was tied around her waist at the time being. “No,” she answered simply, giving him a questioning look. “Why should I be?”
It was a testament to how much Bre had changed since leaving Desuya that he wouldn’t flat-out say that he was cold. He once would have, and Asuka would have in a heartbeat; Asuka would have been complaining of cold from the moment they’d stepped outside into the gloom. But instead of saying anything, Bre just scowled again, hunching his shoulders and pressing his arms closer to his sides. Cel giggled to herself at his obvious discomfort, before untying the sweater from around her waist and tossing it at him. “Here.”
“What am I supposed to do with this?” Bre asked, catching it and glancing from it to her. He was by no means a well-built man, but he was still much taller than Cel was, and several inches broader to boot.
“At least your arms will be warmer,” Cel teased, before moving on to look into the next shop window. “Bre, come and look at this! It’s amazing!”
Bre didn’t complain again as she dragged him all over the town’s shopping district, back and forth and never once stepping into a shop for a closer look, always pausing only just outside of the windows to stare and marvel. Cel kept an eye on him as they went, watching as he at first refused to accept the added warmth the sweater offered him. But eventually his hatred of the cold overrode his pride, and Cel giggled to herself again as he put his arms into the sweater’s sleeves, refusing to pull it over his head and embarrass himself further.
“You know,” she mused as she led on to the next storefront, glancing back to him with a grin. “I bet you I know how to warm you up…”
It was probably due to growing up with Asuka for a brother that Bre looked instantly wary of her. “Oh, do you?”
“Mm-hmm,” Cel hummed, refusing to let his skepticism deter her. “Close your eyes.”
“What?”
“Close your eyes!”
Now he really looked as though he didn’t trust her-“What do you think I’m going to do, turn you into an ice-man or something?” Cel asked, sighing in exasperation and resting both hands on her hips. “I’m not Kaz, Bre. Close your eyes. Or don’t you trust me any more?”
She saw, in his eyes, the momentary mental argument he wrestled with. And for an instant that stung-at home, he would have never questioned her. She didn’t know what he’d been through before the two of them had found each other; was that what made him act this way now? Or were they growing apart, now that their world had expanded so incredibly quickly?
Brendan shut his eyes, and Cel released a breath she hadn’t quite realized she’d been holding. She hesitated just a second (just long enough for that second guess to voice itself), and then threw her arms around him, resting her head against his chest and hugging him tight. She felt him moving, instinctively flinching at her touch, and she glanced up to see him looking down, completely flummoxed.
Later on, Cel would confess to having no idea why she acted on the sudden impulse, but she pushed herself up on tiptoe, pressing her lips to the bottom of his chin. Then she drew back, letting go of him altogether and taking a step away, looking at the stare on his face and the way his cheeks were stained red-and not just from the wind.
“Still cold?” she asked with a grin.
♥
Community Event: Christmas 2010
Prompt: 02: Cold Weather
Word Count: 945
Summary: Cel was used to the cold, even if Bre wasn’t.
Notes: KH-verse, set before Asuka’s found Bre and Cel.
Celphrine was used to the cold-at least, she’d always thought she dealt with the cold well. She wasn’t Kaz, after all, and she didn’t have the magic on reserve that he did (and so couldn’t turn entire rooms into freezers as he could), but she was still an ice mage and that meant she could deal with the cold. Bre and Asuka had always been much worse when it came to the cold, but again, that was to be expected as well. The two of them were fire mages; of course they would find it uncomfortable when she made them accompany her out into the farthest reaches of the underground village, when they explored the tunnels that burrowed even deeper into the planet than the village itself had ever gone.
But here, Cel was learning that whatever cold she’d faced in Desuya, it was nothing compared to the rest of the worlds.
She’d missed the name of the town when she’d asked a passerby earlier-he’d had this wonderfully interesting accent and that had completely distracted her-and Bre didn’t seem to particularly care that much where they were. He was complaining, which amused her to no end as she wandered the streets with him following.
“You’re not even cold?” he asked for the umpteenth time as Cel paused to look into a store window. This one held all manner of tiny items, small replicas of furniture and clothing and even minuscule tea sets on the tables. Behind the small tea set was an entire little village, a little snake-like thing she’d learned to be a train weaving its way throughout the town’s houses.
At Bre’s words, though, she took a moment to survey her reflection in the window, wondering why she would be cold. She was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and thick pants, which had long since been tucked into her knee-high boots to avoid them trailing in standing water, puddles of which could be found all over. She had a sweater to wear over top, but it was tied around her waist at the time being. “No,” she answered simply, giving him a questioning look. “Why should I be?”
It was a testament to how much Bre had changed since leaving Desuya that he wouldn’t flat-out say that he was cold. He once would have, and Asuka would have in a heartbeat; Asuka would have been complaining of cold from the moment they’d stepped outside into the gloom. But instead of saying anything, Bre just scowled again, hunching his shoulders and pressing his arms closer to his sides. Cel giggled to herself at his obvious discomfort, before untying the sweater from around her waist and tossing it at him. “Here.”
“What am I supposed to do with this?” Bre asked, catching it and glancing from it to her. He was by no means a well-built man, but he was still much taller than Cel was, and several inches broader to boot.
“At least your arms will be warmer,” Cel teased, before moving on to look into the next shop window. “Bre, come and look at this! It’s amazing!”
Bre didn’t complain again as she dragged him all over the town’s shopping district, back and forth and never once stepping into a shop for a closer look, always pausing only just outside of the windows to stare and marvel. Cel kept an eye on him as they went, watching as he at first refused to accept the added warmth the sweater offered him. But eventually his hatred of the cold overrode his pride, and Cel giggled to herself again as he put his arms into the sweater’s sleeves, refusing to pull it over his head and embarrass himself further.
“You know,” she mused as she led on to the next storefront, glancing back to him with a grin. “I bet you I know how to warm you up…”
It was probably due to growing up with Asuka for a brother that Bre looked instantly wary of her. “Oh, do you?”
“Mm-hmm,” Cel hummed, refusing to let his skepticism deter her. “Close your eyes.”
“What?”
“Close your eyes!”
Now he really looked as though he didn’t trust her-“What do you think I’m going to do, turn you into an ice-man or something?” Cel asked, sighing in exasperation and resting both hands on her hips. “I’m not Kaz, Bre. Close your eyes. Or don’t you trust me any more?”
She saw, in his eyes, the momentary mental argument he wrestled with. And for an instant that stung-at home, he would have never questioned her. She didn’t know what he’d been through before the two of them had found each other; was that what made him act this way now? Or were they growing apart, now that their world had expanded so incredibly quickly?
Brendan shut his eyes, and Cel released a breath she hadn’t quite realized she’d been holding. She hesitated just a second (just long enough for that second guess to voice itself), and then threw her arms around him, resting her head against his chest and hugging him tight. She felt him moving, instinctively flinching at her touch, and she glanced up to see him looking down, completely flummoxed.
Later on, Cel would confess to having no idea why she acted on the sudden impulse, but she pushed herself up on tiptoe, pressing her lips to the bottom of his chin. Then she drew back, letting go of him altogether and taking a step away, looking at the stare on his face and the way his cheeks were stained red-and not just from the wind.
“Still cold?” she asked with a grin.
♥