The sun had risen nearly an hour ago, but Blue was still standing at the window looking out at the dark sky. It was a rare opportunity for a vampire to stare at the outside world without a care for the time of day, and judging from the current view this would last at least until the sun set again. It had started just before midnight and it was still falling - snow.
Blue let the heavy curtain drop back into place and tightened his grip on the heavy blanket draped over his shoulders. Sadly, the blanket didn’t help and he briefly considered putting on a shirt, or his sweater… but what good would that do? He was a creature incapable of raising his core temperature on his own. The Malk huffed and turned his attention to the dying embers in the fire place. Life in Victorian home lost its charm when one had to deal with the consequences of the seasons.
Grumbling about the cold he crossed the room and fell onto bed, gathering all of the bed coverings and burying himself. Here he would stay until the season changed - or at the very least until the snow stopped.
He had only been hidden for a handful of minutes when he felt the coverings shift slightly followed by loud meowing. Blue lifted the blanket just enough to see a tiny sweater clad kitten climbing across the bed.
“Hello,” the vampire reached a hand out to scratch Julia behind the ears.
“Hello,” an unexpected though most welcome voice had responded. From his cold cocoon, Blue couldn’t see his ghoul but was aware he was close.
“It is cold.” Blue pulled his hand back.
“Yes, it is. What happened to the electric blanket?” Damion grinned and sat next at the edge of the bed.
The Malk whined pitifully and pulled his blankets closer. Blue couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, but he didn’t trust a blanket that warmed itself. Damion laughed and picked up Julia, nuzzling the kitten while he lazily leaned against Blue; a jealous owl screeched from his perch on the fireplace mantle.
“Should I get you another blanket?” Damion was still laughing. He reached across his vampire and placed Julia on a pillow before peeling back the corner of the coverings to grin at Blue - the vampire grumbled and grabbed Damion, pulling him close and pinning him in place. “Fuck!” It was the sort of involuntary curse one shouted when they suddenly found them self being hugged by an icicle.
For Blue this was better than any electric blanket. “We are staying here until it stops snowing,” the vampire smiled and snuggled as close as possible, burying his face against Damion’s shoulder.
“I think it’s supposed to snow for most of the week,” he pulled the blankets around himself and kissed Blue’s forehead.
“So am I,” he chuckled and tightened his grip on his vampire.
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