“You’re cold. Come here” + Cyrus/Prim from Octopath?
BLESS YOU AVI!
Mild Spoilers for Primrose’s Chapter 2
Stillsnow is the complete opposite of Sunshade. Constant, quiet flickers of snow falling from the sky, the occasional harsh breeze from the mountains miles away from the town. Her body has never adapted well to the cold but she can deal with it.
Today’s the day she plans to find the man with the mark of the crow on his left hand. Find him and strike him down just as quickly as his companion had struck down her father.
She talks to no one as she makes her way through Obsidian Palace. Despite Tressa’s worried mumblings and Ophilia’s quiet prayers to the Flame, revenge clouds her mind. She wants nothing more than that.
“Primrose.” She doesn’t realize she’s stopped right in front of the door to the main hall of the palace. Nor does she realize her body is trembling.
“Are you afraid?” Cyrus asks, genuinely curious though his tone is easy to misinterpret.
“No.” Primrose shakes her head firmly. Fear is nonexistent to her. She knows her purpose. She knows what she has to do yet she can’t stop trembling.
He touches her arm and lets out a sigh. “You’re cold.”
She gasps and the feeling envelops her quickly. Her legs shiver, the cloud of breath escaping her lips is faint with heat and her eyes narrow with drowsiness.
“Come here.” He whispers and Primrose doesn’t argue when she finds herself in his chest, black cape wrapped around the outline of her body. She heaves a shaky sigh and the ghost of a warm kiss brushes her forehead.
“He’ll be there five minutes from now. Please, just focus on warming up.”
