i'll never tire of ships where characters with the highest walls around their hearts because of how the world has treated them are finally able to be vulnerable, letting down those walls because despite being used to the chill of an unforgiving world, they have found their one fire in the winter night and the warmth of companionship melts away their exterior in ways they never thought were possible
doubly so if they're vulnerable at the cost of their own self, the fire burning them whole, because they've decided that a moment of closeness and honesty and safety was worth more than an eternity of loneliness shackled by whatever role or promise or duty has bound them for all their lives











