Challenge Post - 210
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kh_drabbleChallenge: [210] It’s Cold Outside
Title: But the Fire is so Delightful
Wordcount: 595
Notes: Rated PG-13 for language. Takes place during CoM. Features Axel and Naminé, and mentions Marluxia. Mostly, this is just cuteness with the tiniest hint of angst. Don’t ask. *hides* Title is actually part of the lyrics to ‘Let it Snow!’, written by Sammy Cahn and Jule Styne, and has been sung by many people. *LOL*
“He let you go into the garden today.” She knows this voice well—doesn’t bother to turn around and see who is standing in herprison room, because she already knows.
She sets her newest drawing (snow covering a rose, Marluxia’s influence) aside and she nods. “The snow was pretty,” she answers quietly. “I’ve only ever seen it in books before.”
“Bet the pictures in the book didn’t make you shiver,” he comments, and she hears his footfalls (boots on the floor, black on white) as he approaches her. “I don’t understand the big deal about it—it’s just frozen water. Too fucking cold out there.”
“You don’t like it?” she queries. “The snow, I mean. Winter is nice.”
She can practically hear his eyes roll. “Says the girl who is currently sitting all prim and proper in her chair and freezing her little ass off. Damnit, you didn’t consider dressing warmly, I suppose.”
She shrugs her shoulders slightly, though her companion is correct: She is currently shivering, but she doesn’t mind it much. She wants to tell him that Marluxia’s touch is colder—that it seeps into her bones and stays there, but she swallows the words before they can work their way out of her throat. There’s no point in saying this out loud… not when she suspects that he already knows and understands, anyway.
“Marluxia… let me borrow his coat when I was outside,” she tells him instead, though the point is rather moot now, since she is back inside and is still cold. In retrospect, perhaps she should have at least wrapped herself in a blanket when she came back in.
He gives a slight scoff. “Lot of good that does you now.” There is a pause. “And in response to your question—no, I don’t like the cold. I don’t like water.” She hears a soft whoosh and she turns, watching the flame as it dances in his palm. “Fire and ice don’t mix.”
“Ice melts,” she says knowingly.
“And fire can be extinguished,” he retorts.
She can’t think of a good comeback, so she asks another question: “Were you always drawn to fire?”
His smile turns almost rueful. “My Other certainly wasn’t. No fun being trapped in a burning building, I guess. Irony will bite you in the ass.”
Sometimes, she is thankful that she cannot truly remember anything from her previous life. Perhaps it is a blessing wrapped in a curse.
Without speaking, she reaches towards the flame with both hands, stopping just shy of touching it. It’s warm. Color is returning to her fingertips already.
He gives her a half-smile. “Don’t you know that if you play with fire, you might get burned?”
So very him.
“Crossed my mind,” she replies, mimicking his not-quite-smile. “Then it left. I’m not afraid of the fire.”
“That so?” He gives her a once-over, and then the almost-smile is gone. “You’re still shivering.” The flame in his palm is gone in an instant, and between one eye-blink and the next, she finds his coat draped over her shoulders.
She blinks at Axel as he kneels, and there’s the fire again, cupped in his palms, burning brightly, held out to her as though it is an offering. “Don’t tell Marluxia I stole a page from his book, yeah?”
Naminé smiles, and it’s as real as it can be. “Got it memorized.” And then: “Not so cold anymore.”
“No,” he agrees. “Not so much.”
Later, she forgets the snow-covered rose and starts filling pages with hues of orange and yellow and red instead.
Title: But the Fire is so Delightful
Wordcount: 595
Notes: Rated PG-13 for language. Takes place during CoM. Features Axel and Naminé, and mentions Marluxia. Mostly, this is just cuteness with the tiniest hint of angst. Don’t ask. *hides* Title is actually part of the lyrics to ‘Let it Snow!’, written by Sammy Cahn and Jule Styne, and has been sung by many people. *LOL*
“He let you go into the garden today.” She knows this voice well—doesn’t bother to turn around and see who is standing in her
She sets her newest drawing (snow covering a rose, Marluxia’s influence) aside and she nods. “The snow was pretty,” she answers quietly. “I’ve only ever seen it in books before.”
“Bet the pictures in the book didn’t make you shiver,” he comments, and she hears his footfalls (boots on the floor, black on white) as he approaches her. “I don’t understand the big deal about it—it’s just frozen water. Too fucking cold out there.”
“You don’t like it?” she queries. “The snow, I mean. Winter is nice.”
She can practically hear his eyes roll. “Says the girl who is currently sitting all prim and proper in her chair and freezing her little ass off. Damnit, you didn’t consider dressing warmly, I suppose.”
She shrugs her shoulders slightly, though her companion is correct: She is currently shivering, but she doesn’t mind it much. She wants to tell him that Marluxia’s touch is colder—that it seeps into her bones and stays there, but she swallows the words before they can work their way out of her throat. There’s no point in saying this out loud… not when she suspects that he already knows and understands, anyway.
“Marluxia… let me borrow his coat when I was outside,” she tells him instead, though the point is rather moot now, since she is back inside and is still cold. In retrospect, perhaps she should have at least wrapped herself in a blanket when she came back in.
He gives a slight scoff. “Lot of good that does you now.” There is a pause. “And in response to your question—no, I don’t like the cold. I don’t like water.” She hears a soft whoosh and she turns, watching the flame as it dances in his palm. “Fire and ice don’t mix.”
“Ice melts,” she says knowingly.
“And fire can be extinguished,” he retorts.
She can’t think of a good comeback, so she asks another question: “Were you always drawn to fire?”
His smile turns almost rueful. “My Other certainly wasn’t. No fun being trapped in a burning building, I guess. Irony will bite you in the ass.”
Sometimes, she is thankful that she cannot truly remember anything from her previous life. Perhaps it is a blessing wrapped in a curse.
Without speaking, she reaches towards the flame with both hands, stopping just shy of touching it. It’s warm. Color is returning to her fingertips already.
He gives her a half-smile. “Don’t you know that if you play with fire, you might get burned?”
So very him.
“Crossed my mind,” she replies, mimicking his not-quite-smile. “Then it left. I’m not afraid of the fire.”
“That so?” He gives her a once-over, and then the almost-smile is gone. “You’re still shivering.” The flame in his palm is gone in an instant, and between one eye-blink and the next, she finds his coat draped over her shoulders.
She blinks at Axel as he kneels, and there’s the fire again, cupped in his palms, burning brightly, held out to her as though it is an offering. “Don’t tell Marluxia I stole a page from his book, yeah?”
Naminé smiles, and it’s as real as it can be. “Got it memorized.” And then: “Not so cold anymore.”
“No,” he agrees. “Not so much.”
Later, she forgets the snow-covered rose and starts filling pages with hues of orange and yellow and red instead.
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