Happy late birthday! ššš
I hope you'll enjoy this little thing (even if it might not be my best work. I'm a bit rusty because I haven't written in a while but I think it turned out cute!ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø) (also sorry for any spelling errors)
The characters belong to @writerfae
Summary: Me last year: What if Aiden coldš„ŗ Me this year: What if Talon coldš„ŗ
The sky groaned and creaked with thunder.
Talon grit his teeth as large amounts of water poured off the leaves right onto his neck. The weather turned quickly, sneaking up on him and Aiden, while he was acompanying the man on a hunt. No matter how fast they were in their haste to get back, that did nothing to prevent Talon's poor, thin shirt from getting completely soaked.
He heard a giggle and lifted his head from the ground in favour of looking at Aiden, who was wearing his well-worn cloak that used to belong to his brother, hood up to offer protection.
"I thought fae were supposed to be able to foretell the weather" Aiden said. He at least had to decency to look just the slightest bit ashamed at having laughed at Talon's misery. He tilted his head in such an angle that the rain that had gathered on the top of his head now spilled down the side of his hood, in glistening droplets.
Talon frowned. Aiden was right, of course, like he oh so often was. Talon could sense that the weather would turn sour soon, yet he payed the natural warning signs no mind, choosing to put... other matters in the forefront of his mind instead. Much more important matters, such as the boy that was standing right next to him, with his beautiful eyes, his long lashes, speaking with that one of a kind voice, which could turn Talon's mind inside out if Aiden so desired.
Talon suppressed a shiver, and instead tried to gather heat from the half-hearted glare he aimed at the other man:
"We can, but that doesn't mean we can always be ready for it"
They walked on in merciful silence for all of two seconds, before:
"I believe it does, actually" Much to Talon's dismay, Aiden grinned, like he did every time he made a playful attempt at a jab at him, "Was I really so distracting that you forgot your own coat?"
Yes, Talon wanted to say.
In mockery of the cold wind, Talon's face grew red all the way to the tips of his ears as he tried to come up with any comeback to that statement that wouldn't make him look like a fool. Yet, wether because of the frigid air or the embarrassment, he could find nothing to say, that wasn't the absolute truth.
After a few seconds Aiden's smile softened like a feather, and he reached for the clasp at his neck that held his cloak in place.
Talon's eyes narrowed, his demeanor becoming serious immediately:
"No" he told Aiden firmily, as he stepped forward through the cold rain to gently grab his hands "You keep that on. I don't want you to get sick" Who cared about his own shivering? It wasn't as if he could get ill from it... unlike his lovely, foolish crow.
But the boy just kept smiling, and brushed a hand through Talon's wet hair.
Aiden fully removed his cloak and placed it around Talon's shoulders. He pulled the hood up, adjusting it on the fae's head, pulling it this way and that, making sure that the guard could still see. His eyes loudly, freely spoke about how much he loved what he was looking at as he did so.
Both boys shivered when a strong gust of wind hit them with the largest of raindrops you could imagine. Talon wove his arms around Aiden, trying to shield him, best he could. But as the freezing wave passed on, Aiden didn't pull away, like Talon thought he would.
Instead he grabbed one of Talon's hands, and stood shoulder to shoulder to him, lifting the cloak so that it covered his head too.
Talon blinked at his soaking wet boyfriend in what he couldnāt decide was awe or confusion.
And Aiden, looking just as ridiculous hiding under the wrong end of a cloak as you might expect, laughed:
"I told you to trust me, didn't I?"
This is how they made their way back home, hand in hand, one of them under the hood, the other under the rest of the cloak.