"Nurse me." (Poor Adrien has a bad cold ;w;)
Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.
He figured that the cold would get to the kid eventually but he never expected it to be so soon. Not one minute after finally finding shelter from the cold, he collapsed. In an abandoned hut all he could do was take the old and rusty axe and chop up some fire wood. It didn’t take him long, he had done this before. But when he returned Chatty was still in the same position that he left him...although...he couldn’t help but notice that his mask was gone. His black leather outfit replaced with a t-shirt over another shirt. A good thing he had just started up the fire. Taking the cold boy he placed him near the fire, removing his cloak before placing it around his body. Maybe that was enough.
He turned his gaze into the fire and couldn’t help but wonder why he was still sticking with this kid. They were strangers, that was all. The kid got attached to him and now he couldn’t get rid of him. Though if he was being true to himself, it was more like he didn’t want to get rid of him, even though he should. The guards were searching for him, combing the landscape. Elsa’s magic had left an unending winter around him. As long as that boy stood by his side he will continue to suffer the harsh cold and it was clear that he was neither prepared or used to it.
“Is this...how a father feels like?” He couldn’t help but muse as he sat by the fire.