Sep 3, 2020
Warm fingers intertwined.
Soft-socked toes stretched close to a fire.
The gentle heat of bodies pressed close, hushed breath steamy under a thick, plush blanket.
Cold air waiting at every edge, for one missed breath, one out of sync twitch, one single slip to rush in and scare them apart.
The snowstorm rages outside, fierce and frigid. But in here, they are warm.
The outside chill stands no chance against them. They are perfectly tuned, resting upon each other with synchronizing harmonies- of heat, of breath, of thought. For here, they are locked adrift and dreamless, kept comforted by the presence of another.
The crisp air stands no chance, because Kazuichi and Gundham are fast asleep.