hi! could i request a jordelia fic with the prompt "are you cold?"
• Prompt: “Are you cold?”
James swallowed thickly, as he sat down in front of the institute. He looked up, and his gaze fell on the figure who was hurrying towards the institute.
James furrowed his brows, and stood up.
As the figure got closer, he realized the person had dark red hair.
She wasn’t wearing her coat, just her gown, in one hand she held a familiar axe, and because it was snowing, James was worried.
“Daisy,” James said, when she stopped in front of him. She looked up, at him. “Did something happen?”
“What - No, nothing happened.” She said, and shivered.
“Are you cold?” James asked, concerned. “Why did you come without your cloak?” Without any other word, he took off his coat, and put it around Cordelia’s shoulders. He noticed, she tensed at his touch.
“It didn’t start snowing at first, when I walked towards the institute, and it wasn’t really cold at first.” Cordelia admitted, her cheeks flushed. “But then, when it did start snowing, I hurried towards the institute.”
“Come inside.” James pushed the doors open, and gestured for her to come inside.
“Is anyone else at institute?” Cordelia asked, as they walked down the halls of the institute, towards the drawing room.
“My parents are at the Enclave meeting, because of this attacks that are happening again.” James explained. “Lucie is here in institute, in her room.”
Cordelia nodded, her red curls bouncing on her shoulders, “She forgot her axe at my house, so that’s why I came.” She said, as they came inside the drawing room.
James nodded, “Do you want tea, Daisy?” James noticed how she flinched, when he called her Daisy.
“No, thank you.” She said, sharply. James nearly flinched, at her tone.
There was an uncomfortable silence.
Cordelia stood up, “I am going to see Lucie.” She said, as she reached out for axe.
James stood up, as well, “You can stay here. I’ll tell Lucie to come here.” Cordelia opened her mouth to protest, but James was already gone.
He hurried down the hall, towards Lucie’s room.
Why did it always hurt like this? He wasn’t in love with Cordelia. James thought, and reminded himself. Our marriage is a sham. It is not that, I have a feelings for Cordelia.
He stopped in front of Lucie’s room, and went inside.
Lucie looked up at him, and raised an eyebrow at him.
“Cordelia is here, she wants to see you. And she said you forgot your axe, at her home, she brought it here.” James explained.
Lucie’s eyes widened, “By the angel, I completely forgot.” She said, and stood up, hurrying out of her room, and stopped, glancing at James, who didn’t move. “Is something wrong?”
James pressed his lips together. “Everything is fine.”
And without saying anything else, he hurried past Lucie, ignoring her calls for him.
He hurried down the hall, not even stopping at drawing room, when he heard the doors creak open.
When he finally reached the doors of institute, he pushed them open. And left into the night.
Without even noticing someone was watching him, from the institute’s doors, a single tear falling down her cheek.
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