#wulfein

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On my blog more like (to the tune of old MacDonald)

A Wulf wulf here

& a Wulf wulf there

Here a wulf

There a wulf

Everywhere a Wulf because I wld die for him

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@wulfein said: loop

      CHATTERING, SHUTTERING, BREATH ON THE BITTER WIND. Cold was no issue when he was in-between, but now Cole was more flesh than fade and clothes that he could move in didn't lend much to warmth. The cold wasn't even a blip on his mind when they packed for the journey— and the others were so used to him being unaffected they hadn't thought either. But night fell, temperatures dove.

Cole was becoming an ice sculpture.

He listens as Solas and the Inquisitor speak deeply about— something. He's so cold the words won’t stay in his head. They slip out with each frosty breath- but he can tell what they are talking about is serious. Low vibrating, gut clenching. There is a threat but Im not sure where or when it might strike. Our only chance is to figure it out before hand or-

something bad.

Bad enough for Cole to feel unwelcome in bothering them for a simple blanket. So he simply keeps as close to the built flame as he could, ragged and likely flammable gloves risked for the chance of getting feeling back in his fingers.

He's all but resigned himself to his frozen fate when someone settles down beside him. Someone big, and warm, and shouldering a heavy wool cloak. The cloak extends with an arm, wrapping around Cole's shoulders and he sinks into the welcome heat of Wulf's side with a sigh. "Oh, thank you." He turns even further into Wulf's arm. His cheek smushes against his shoulder in a way that should be uncomfortable but all Cole cares about is melding to this life-giving warmth. "Now the frost can't bite me."

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@wulfein - 

It’s a little ... rough around the edges.  Some of the flowers a little beaten up.  It’s been a lifetime since he made one of these— fingers too calloused and war-weary now.  But the flower crown is still nice.   Woven of tiny wildflowers in blue and white— the chain is brittle.   Image he can remember making them when he was younger, but they don’t come out the same way now.  “Uh...here.”            

Cole's eyes light up immediately, circlet of whites and blues balanced gingerly upon open palms. "Is this for me?" He can hardly believe it. When was the last time someone had gotten something for him instead of it being the other way around?

It wasn't as like he minded— those people needed things far more than he did. But the feeling the comes with knowing you were thought of (remembered. He remembered me—) is so elating. Cole feels warm from toe to tip, bubbly from gut to heart. He knows his smile must be too wide and too toothy but he can't help himself as he trails careful fingers over delicate flowers— “ I... wear it, right? I want to wear it.”

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@wulfein / x

     COLE WAS HALF EXPECTING TO BE IGNORED, or to be told to go creep someone else out (that’s how it always is at the beginning)— but Wulf acknowledges his truth without a fight (the taste on his tongue is bitter).

The strange young man turns his eyes on Wulf with intent now, moon-pale and staring right past him (into him) as they keep pace with the Inquisitor. “But you can still be who you were before. You ARE still him— he’s just hurt. Afraid of exposing his belly he would rather kick out and keep others at a distance than let them touch— but even so he craves it. It’s hard to know who to trust but it’s even harder on you to trust no one. Learn to lean on others when you’re tired. He can be soft again if only you let yourself breathe.”

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@wulfein said: bed rest

“ NO- “ Cole’s attempts to dodge Wulf were in vein. Dodging is a specialty but tonight his body is worn and tired, it refuses to listen. Move, he commands his arm, and it raises with sluggish pace that could rival The Iron Bull after a night of celebration at the Tavern. It feels nearly as heavy, too. Being real was overrated.

“ No! “ Cole repeated, petulantly kicking the furs off himself when moving Wulf proved to be a foolhardy venture. “ I didn’t need rest before, I don’t need it now. It’s a mistake! My body has forgotten, but when it remembers it will be okay. “ Three days on no sleep and little food were nothing to him a mere few weeks ago-- why did it need to change?

If Cole could just push past this he hoped he wouldn’t have to sleep at all-- Because if he started sleeping for hours every night.. that was so much time. Wasted. Time that he usually would spend helping. What happens if he becomes a lazy cat, snoozing away the days without pulling his weight?