Title: To Stave Off The Cold
Fandom: Dominion
Pairing: Gabriel x reader
Rating/Warning: G
Summary: why oh why did the human feather duster have to choose a massive snowy mountain as his home?
A/N: short fluffy blurb with archangel hugs 😁
It's chilly in the eyrie. The candles don't give off much heat, and with the hungering, icy winds, they get blown out regularly.
Your fingers have begun to numb, short shivers raising goosebumps along your arms. Curse your fashion choice for the day. Short sleeves were a mistake. Your teeth don't yet chatter, but they'll get there eventually. For now it's a drowsy, "needing-to-crawl-under-blankets" cold that seeps into your bones.
You seek the archangel out, like a moth to flame. He's in the midst of discussing plans with a gathering of heralds - a handful, at best. Attention taken from a map of the Cradle spread beneath his palms, he gazes upon you, head canted curiously.
You shuffle past Janeck, past Amos and Briathos, winding around Nero. They give you quite the colorful range of expressions, from amusement to surprise to confusion. You pay them no mind.
Gabriel beckons then, knowing what you want.
His arms lift as you press close, only to lower seconds later, coat ends wrapping about you in a heavy, weighted embrace. The top of your head barely reaches his chin, even on tiptoe, so it's a struggle - an awkward one - to find the right angle. After a time, you don't really care.
"Would you like me to raze a city down so you can take comfort in its smouldering ruins?" He asks, voice low between the two of you. You hope he's joking. His warmth - far beyond any normal human temperature - soaks into your tired body, banishing the chill, and your eyes slip closed for a moment. Just a moment.
"No. This is enough."
