aethele:
@imperialvestra / cold weather ; “I refuse to let you go– I’m cold.”
“ aha, i was not about to ask you to. ” ferdinand leans into both the soft plush of their antique sofa and hubert’s comforting embrace. exhaustion from a day’s work at the palace settles heavy in their expressions, tired eyes and weary but fond smiles directed at each other. ferdinand strums a few fingers up and down hubert’s back, a relaxing rhythm, and leans to press a sweet kiss centered on hubert’s forehead.
for as close as they are, the cold chill still creeps at the edges of their embrace. ferdinand’s eyes, fanned with long lashes, flit open to the fireplace across from them. earthy logs stacked tall beside it, gathered earlier in the year, but none yet in the firebox. he pats hubert’s shoulder, reassuring. “ however, if you let me up for the briefest of moments, my handsome darling ―― i can put a nice, warm fire on the hearth. i will come immediately back, i promise. ”
The bitter chill of winter has never suited Hubert well. His hands ache with it, even tucked away inside his gloves. Ferdinand offers a welcome reprieve. It’s fitting, the warmth of him. Of course touching Ferdinand would feel rather like touching the sun, or so Hubert imagined it would. A soft hum leaves him at the kiss, though his lips quirk into a pout a moment later. “Must you?”
He casts a glance at the hearth and sighs. If the logs were already in place, he could ignite them with a flick of his fingers. Reluctantly, he shifts, allowing Ferdinand room to move. “If you must. Though... while you’re up, perhaps you might brew us something warm to drink? This cursed cold is trying to freeze me solid.”
