Drabble-a-day: Winter Coat (whump/comfort fic)
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Coffin of Ice
He became aware of something trickling down his neck. He couldn’t move; his limbs were packed with ice and his head with fuzz. The world was white, his body over-hot-although the heat did not relieve the gnawing cold. He couldn’t drag any breath into his body-if there was any air to breathe. He focused all his strength on his arms, reaching blindly.
A hand closed on his; his body again pulled and wrenched and pressed-and suddenly the cold delicious air touched his face and he drew it in deeply, coughing against the snow that came in with it. More hands lifted him, buffeted him, stripped away the darkness like an unwanted winter coat.
Napoleon patted his partner’s reddened cheeks, brushing the crystals from his hair, calling his name in commanding tones. When Illya opened his eyes warily, Napoleon shouted with joy.
Coffin of Ice
He became aware of something trickling down his neck. He couldn’t move; his limbs were packed with ice and his head with fuzz. The world was white, his body over-hot-although the heat did not relieve the gnawing cold. He couldn’t drag any breath into his body-if there was any air to breathe. He focused all his strength on his arms, reaching blindly.
A hand closed on his; his body again pulled and wrenched and pressed-and suddenly the cold delicious air touched his face and he drew it in deeply, coughing against the snow that came in with it. More hands lifted him, buffeted him, stripped away the darkness like an unwanted winter coat.
Napoleon patted his partner’s reddened cheeks, brushing the crystals from his hair, calling his name in commanding tones. When Illya opened his eyes warily, Napoleon shouted with joy.