The beautiful, quiet snowfall created a certain happiness in Maverick’s heart. The temperature had fallen below twenty degrees Fahrenheit, but he couldn’t seem to care enough to go inside. A strong gust of window caused a violent shiver to go through his body. As if Daelan noticed, he heard his concern voice call for him. Putting his hands over his arms in an effort to keep warm, he acted as if the cold wasn’t bothering him.
“S’not that cold.” Maverick attempted to speak convincingly through chattering teeth.
Daelan came from a hot country, one where temperatures rarely fell below the freezing point. Even hardly getting into the category where one needed to get a coat. And even though he had already wandered colder regions since quite a while he still never really got used to it.
“What’s your definition of cold then?” he replies, mouth curved down to signal a certain disbelief as he stepped closer to Maverick that was standing in front of their home. (How weird it was to call a place home, he wasn’t too certain he liked it.. being tied to a place..) He was wrapped in one of Mav’s blankets and at he finally stood behind the man he opened his arms, the corners of the blanket in his hands. And as he carefully (always carefully like he was worried to break the man that had taken him in, like some fragile glass sculpture) wrapped his arms around him in a hug, he also wrapped him into warmth.
“But it’s pretty, I’ll give you that.”
