coeurdeliion:
“Watch it, Litwin. You’re not cute enough to knock me on my ass without unleashing my inner Lion,” Milly laughed, barely budging when the man bumped into her. Spending every night behind the scenes and in the midst of many people making their way through, pushing and not paying attention, Milly had grown a solid stature. It was kind of hard not to considering one nudge could cause her to blind someone with glitter or eyelash glue.
His nose was red, ears almost purple by the time she noticed their color, the warmth of the hotel trickling to meet them as people exited and entered without a care. She had a hot chocolate in hand, but she figured she could go without. After all, he looked like he could use it more than her. “Here, buddy. Have a hot chocolate.” She practically demanded, placing the warm cup in his hand and opening the door for him to finally enter. “So, did Momma Litwin forget to pick out your clothes this morning?”
There's an admiration Gordon holds for all his fellows at the circus, but especially for those doing the less conspicuous work. It's a camaraderie he feels grateful to have in his life, and especially at this very moment. Milly's playful tone is something that makes his smile grow a little wider, and he chuckles at her comment.
Feeling the warmth of the hot chocolate in his hand, Gordon feels his numb fingers tingle and he adjusts his grip on the cup. "God, you're a life saver, aren't you?" he says, nodding his head in gratitude. "Thank you," he says, taking a sip from the cup, "for saving me from my near-imminent death of frostbite."
He steps toward the door and opens it wide so she can pass, beckoning for her to enter. As he does, he answers her question, "As for my inappropriate choice of clothes today, I'm afraid I have to take full account for the bad decision making. I can hardly blame Aanya for my forgetting to check the weather, can I?"















