A joy hard-learned in winter was the warming of the bed
You'd shake for minutes there and move your legs
You'd shake for minutes there and move your legs
Koa should get up. He knows he should get up. And he will, he's going to, he just needs a second, ok, Pip? Wearily and weakly he shoves at the dragon, who stubbornly refuses to stop her tugging at his sleeve. She's begun to suspect that the only way to get him up is by lighting a literal fire under his ass, and seems to be gearing up to do just that, though Koa's mental protests keep her from actually starting the flame.
And then from on high, an angel appears. Or maybe not an angel? There's definitely wings, but they seem rather more colorful and small than one might expect from an angel - or so go Koa's tumbling thoughts, rattled by the shivers coursing down his spine. Then the angel lands, and it stops being an angel and becomes a person, one that the Dragoon can almost recognize as he peers up through lashes covered in frost, and who smells of campfire and pine.
Then the not-angel-person is on the ground, and there's long arms wrapped around him, and also a cat? "Ja-Ja-Ja-ta-ta-ta?" The name is barely decipherable through his clattering teeth. Blinking the last of the snow from his lashes, Koa leans into the Flood's embrace. Pip has weaseled her way to the interior of the bundled bodies, right on the Dragoon's lap. Frowning, Koa tries to remember how he got here, exactly. "Y-yeah, that s-sounds r-right." The whole thing feels very distant and surreal, though that might be the hypothermia talking.
But he's warming up and coming back, the shivers growing less intense. "There were p-presents, and a giant sn-snowb-ball, and...." Pulling back a little, Koa's frown deepens as he stares down at his feet. "... and I think a pu-pumpkin stole my shoes?"
And then from on high, an angel appears. Or maybe not an angel? There's definitely wings, but they seem rather more colorful and small than one might expect from an angel - or so go Koa's tumbling thoughts, rattled by the shivers coursing down his spine. Then the angel lands, and it stops being an angel and becomes a person, one that the Dragoon can almost recognize as he peers up through lashes covered in frost, and who smells of campfire and pine.
Then the not-angel-person is on the ground, and there's long arms wrapped around him, and also a cat? "Ja-Ja-Ja-ta-ta-ta?" The name is barely decipherable through his clattering teeth. Blinking the last of the snow from his lashes, Koa leans into the Flood's embrace. Pip has weaseled her way to the interior of the bundled bodies, right on the Dragoon's lap. Frowning, Koa tries to remember how he got here, exactly. "Y-yeah, that s-sounds r-right." The whole thing feels very distant and surreal, though that might be the hypothermia talking.
But he's warming up and coming back, the shivers growing less intense. "There were p-presents, and a giant sn-snowb-ball, and...." Pulling back a little, Koa's frown deepens as he stares down at his feet. "... and I think a pu-pumpkin stole my shoes?"
Koa Carpenter
Wrap the blanket over you and keep your head within
Let your breath heat the air until you'd feel it getting thin
Let your breath heat the air until you'd feel it getting thin
