Out in the Cold
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120_minutenTitel: Out in the Cold
Team: Nimmerland
Challenge: Hurt/Comfort - Heißkalt (für's Team) (leider lief nur das "kalt" wirklich gut, aber ich hatte Pläne für den "heiß"-Teil, ich schwör!)
Fandom: Fate - The Winx Saga (Fortsetzung hiervon)
Charaktere: Devin, Ivy
Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 1000
Kommentar: Mal sehen, wie lange ich diese Welle reiten kann.
Ihr braucht übrigens nichts zu wissen, Devin und Ivy sind nicht so wichtig in der Serie und das hier ist eh nicht Canon-compliant. Nur so viel: Ivy ist cool und badass und Devin ist eine Fairy. No, really.
„I’m Ivy by the way“, she says as they make their way from the party, noise and light fading away behind the trees.
Out in the Cold
„I’m Ivy by the way“, she says as they make their way from the party, noise and light fading away behind the trees.
“Devin.” He takes her extended hand, feels how firm her grip is. She’s probably got some muscle underneath that jacket, even if he can’t tell right now. He’s seen the specialists train, they’re all fit as hell.
“So, Devin, this happen to you a lot?”
“No. It’s usually okay. Guess I’m just having a bad day.”
“Must be weird, feeling all those other people all the time.”
“You get used to it.”
“I mean, I can’t stand people half the time, and I can’t even feel their feelings.” There’s that half-grin again, lifting one corner of her mouth, and he can’t help but smile as well.
“Shit”, she suddenly says, “here I am blabbering. If you need some peace and quiet, just tell me to shut up. I can be a silent bodyguard.”
“It’s okay. It’s distracting.” One of his hands is rubbing at his temple again even though it’s not really helping.
She winces in sympathy. “Got a headache?”
“Yeah, I’m just dying for some ibuprofen.”
“Don’t look at me, I’m not one of those girls who’s got everything in her purse”, she says. “But if you need me to skin a rabbit for you…”
She lightly touches the hilt of one of her knives, and this time he actually laughs. “No, thank you.”
And maybe this is what he needed – they’re walking leisurely on account of him (even though Ivy could probably make the distance in half the time), the air is fresh and their conversation is light. Ivy’s giving off the vibes he’s been missing, she’s relaxed and has a dry sense of humour. Even the long road, only lighted by the moonlight, and the dark trees surrounding him don’t feel quite as bad.
If it just weren’t so goddamn cold.
It’s worse out in the open, and he half regrets not looking for Nick, who’s still got his jacket in his car. On the other hand the pain in his head intensifies at just the thought, and Nick wouldn’t have been half as good company anyway.
Still he’s rubbing at his arms, trying to get some warmth back into them. The wind is cutting right through the thin shirt he’s wearing, and despite the movement he’s really starting to shiver.
He must have not been as subtle as he thought, because Ivy shrugs out of her jacket and holds it out to him. “Here, take my jacket. I can’t look at you shivering like that. It’s a bit big, it should fit you.”
“No, you need it, you’ll get cold”, he protests. Underneath her jacket, her arms are bare, her upper body just clothed in a vest with a top underneath. And he was right, she does have some muscle on her.
She shrugs. “I run hot”, she says, and pushes the jacket into his hands. “And I still got the vest. That shirt isn’t doing anything for you.”
She’s right, the jacket does fit, and it’s surprisingly warm. He wraps it around himself as tightly as he can, realizing that it smells a bit like her. “Thanks.”
“Don’t want you to freeze to death under my watch. That would be a difficult thing to explain.”
The road stretches out before them straight and narrow into the forest. Occasionally they step off to the sides when the lights of a car cut through the darkness, but they’re mostly not going the right way, and the ones that do don’t stop for them.
“God, are we there yet”, he mumbles after a moment of quiet. It feels like they’re not making any progress at all.
“You’re the one who wanted to walk”, Ivy says, but her tone isn’t chastising.
“I know. I have regrets.” Hurriedly he adds: “Though the company could be worse.”
“I could carry you”, she says.
He throws her a glance. “Could you?”
She shrugs. “Probably not all the way, but yeah. Or maybe all the way if I had to. I don’t know.”
“Maybe I should’ve twisted my ankle.”
This time she’s the one who’s laughing.
Still, he’s never been so happy to see the lights of the campus appear between the trees, or the ancient buildings loom ominously over the courtyard. The dorm where the specialists reside is off to the right, but Ivy follows him inside the fairy hall like she lives there.
When she catches his look, she just says: “I’ll not have you murdered on the last ten metres, you know?”
Nick isn’t back yet, which doesn’t surprise him. Fire fairies sure do know how to party. He feels mildly embarrassed about the state of the room, but if it fazes her, he can’t tell. She’s just leaning in the doorway while he shoves a pile of clothes from his bed onto the floor so he can sit down. One of her hands is playing with a throwing knife in a way that shows she’s doing that a lot.
“Where do you keep your pills?” she asks, and he’s nodding towards the bathroom. Now that he’s sitting down his head somehow feels worse, like it just wants to fall off his shoulders.
He’s just closed his eyes for a moment, elbows resting on his knees and his head in his hands, when she nudges his arm with a glass of water. In his other hand she presses two ibuprofen. “Drink up”, she commands.
He dutifully swallows the pills and empties the glass, only now realizing how thirsty he is. “It’s unfair, I only had one beer”, he complains. “Nick will come back at 4 a.m. absolutely hammered and he’ll feel right as rain tomorrow.”
“You’ll be fine tomorrow.” She takes the empty glass out of his hand. “You just need some sleep.”
She turns to leave.
“Hey”, he says, stopping her in the doorway. “Thanks for your help.”
She smiles. “No problem.”
She closes the door softly and he can hear her steps fade away.
Only when he fully sinks down onto the bed does he realize that he’s still wearing her jacket.
Team: Nimmerland
Challenge: Hurt/Comfort - Heißkalt (für's Team) (leider lief nur das "kalt" wirklich gut, aber ich hatte Pläne für den "heiß"-Teil, ich schwör!)
Fandom: Fate - The Winx Saga (Fortsetzung hiervon)
Charaktere: Devin, Ivy
Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 1000
Kommentar: Mal sehen, wie lange ich diese Welle reiten kann.
Ihr braucht übrigens nichts zu wissen, Devin und Ivy sind nicht so wichtig in der Serie und das hier ist eh nicht Canon-compliant. Nur so viel: Ivy ist cool und badass und Devin ist eine Fairy. No, really.
„I’m Ivy by the way“, she says as they make their way from the party, noise and light fading away behind the trees.
Out in the Cold
„I’m Ivy by the way“, she says as they make their way from the party, noise and light fading away behind the trees.
“Devin.” He takes her extended hand, feels how firm her grip is. She’s probably got some muscle underneath that jacket, even if he can’t tell right now. He’s seen the specialists train, they’re all fit as hell.
“So, Devin, this happen to you a lot?”
“No. It’s usually okay. Guess I’m just having a bad day.”
“Must be weird, feeling all those other people all the time.”
“You get used to it.”
“I mean, I can’t stand people half the time, and I can’t even feel their feelings.” There’s that half-grin again, lifting one corner of her mouth, and he can’t help but smile as well.
“Shit”, she suddenly says, “here I am blabbering. If you need some peace and quiet, just tell me to shut up. I can be a silent bodyguard.”
“It’s okay. It’s distracting.” One of his hands is rubbing at his temple again even though it’s not really helping.
She winces in sympathy. “Got a headache?”
“Yeah, I’m just dying for some ibuprofen.”
“Don’t look at me, I’m not one of those girls who’s got everything in her purse”, she says. “But if you need me to skin a rabbit for you…”
She lightly touches the hilt of one of her knives, and this time he actually laughs. “No, thank you.”
And maybe this is what he needed – they’re walking leisurely on account of him (even though Ivy could probably make the distance in half the time), the air is fresh and their conversation is light. Ivy’s giving off the vibes he’s been missing, she’s relaxed and has a dry sense of humour. Even the long road, only lighted by the moonlight, and the dark trees surrounding him don’t feel quite as bad.
If it just weren’t so goddamn cold.
It’s worse out in the open, and he half regrets not looking for Nick, who’s still got his jacket in his car. On the other hand the pain in his head intensifies at just the thought, and Nick wouldn’t have been half as good company anyway.
Still he’s rubbing at his arms, trying to get some warmth back into them. The wind is cutting right through the thin shirt he’s wearing, and despite the movement he’s really starting to shiver.
He must have not been as subtle as he thought, because Ivy shrugs out of her jacket and holds it out to him. “Here, take my jacket. I can’t look at you shivering like that. It’s a bit big, it should fit you.”
“No, you need it, you’ll get cold”, he protests. Underneath her jacket, her arms are bare, her upper body just clothed in a vest with a top underneath. And he was right, she does have some muscle on her.
She shrugs. “I run hot”, she says, and pushes the jacket into his hands. “And I still got the vest. That shirt isn’t doing anything for you.”
She’s right, the jacket does fit, and it’s surprisingly warm. He wraps it around himself as tightly as he can, realizing that it smells a bit like her. “Thanks.”
“Don’t want you to freeze to death under my watch. That would be a difficult thing to explain.”
The road stretches out before them straight and narrow into the forest. Occasionally they step off to the sides when the lights of a car cut through the darkness, but they’re mostly not going the right way, and the ones that do don’t stop for them.
“God, are we there yet”, he mumbles after a moment of quiet. It feels like they’re not making any progress at all.
“You’re the one who wanted to walk”, Ivy says, but her tone isn’t chastising.
“I know. I have regrets.” Hurriedly he adds: “Though the company could be worse.”
“I could carry you”, she says.
He throws her a glance. “Could you?”
She shrugs. “Probably not all the way, but yeah. Or maybe all the way if I had to. I don’t know.”
“Maybe I should’ve twisted my ankle.”
This time she’s the one who’s laughing.
Still, he’s never been so happy to see the lights of the campus appear between the trees, or the ancient buildings loom ominously over the courtyard. The dorm where the specialists reside is off to the right, but Ivy follows him inside the fairy hall like she lives there.
When she catches his look, she just says: “I’ll not have you murdered on the last ten metres, you know?”
Nick isn’t back yet, which doesn’t surprise him. Fire fairies sure do know how to party. He feels mildly embarrassed about the state of the room, but if it fazes her, he can’t tell. She’s just leaning in the doorway while he shoves a pile of clothes from his bed onto the floor so he can sit down. One of her hands is playing with a throwing knife in a way that shows she’s doing that a lot.
“Where do you keep your pills?” she asks, and he’s nodding towards the bathroom. Now that he’s sitting down his head somehow feels worse, like it just wants to fall off his shoulders.
He’s just closed his eyes for a moment, elbows resting on his knees and his head in his hands, when she nudges his arm with a glass of water. In his other hand she presses two ibuprofen. “Drink up”, she commands.
He dutifully swallows the pills and empties the glass, only now realizing how thirsty he is. “It’s unfair, I only had one beer”, he complains. “Nick will come back at 4 a.m. absolutely hammered and he’ll feel right as rain tomorrow.”
“You’ll be fine tomorrow.” She takes the empty glass out of his hand. “You just need some sleep.”
She turns to leave.
“Hey”, he says, stopping her in the doorway. “Thanks for your help.”
She smiles. “No problem.”
She closes the door softly and he can hear her steps fade away.
Only when he fully sinks down onto the bed does he realize that he’s still wearing her jacket.