"It's cold outside."
Send me “It’s cold outside” for my muses reaction to your muse wrapping mine in a blanket.
The snow fell in curtains of white, blanketing the ground in layers of it’s white, fluffy coat. Winter has arrived and while Kyungri loved to watch the snow fall, and loved to celebrate the Holidays, she wasn’t fond of the cold or being outside unless absolutely necessary.
However, that late night she was wandering aimlessly, with no direction or destination. Maybe she was trying to clear her head, or maybe she really was just aimless; void of direction, of purpose. And maybe that’s why she was out there, shivering under the light jacket she wore, until her friend found her just a few streets down from his home, and had encouraged her somehow to go inside with him. And she had, albeit hesitantly.
Inside it’s toasty warm, but it wasn’t warm enough to stop the shivering that made her entire body move, or the chattering of her teeth. And as she sits there, staring out his living room window, he comes up behind her and drapes the heavy fleece blanket around her shoulders, brows creasing with worry.
"I’m fine.”
She quiets him before he has the chance to ask, because she knows he will. Instead of saying anything, he closes his mouth and takes a seat beside her. He knows she’s not fine just as much as she knows it, but she convinced herself that everything was okay. Her Father wasn’t hanging onto his life ( if you could call it that ) by a thread, and everything was fine. That’s what she’s convinced herself to believe.
"I’m really, just fine.” Small fingers pull the blanket around her body, which suddenly felt so tiny and vulnerable. And he watches her with worry, but all he offers her is a hand to the shoulder, a gentle squeeze, and that’s more than enough for her.
