Icicle - Really.
Who: Scarlet and Sebastian (later her rescuers?)
When: Start of Chapter 3
Location: Icicle
Rating: PG13+ Scarlet is cold and naked and unhappy
Summary: Waking up is hard to do...
She woke up from the dream and screamed. There was something so normal to smell him so close to her. She could almost feel the scratchy way that his chin would feel against her collarbone over the weekend when he refused to shave or trim. Scarlet could almost hear the constant little mechanical whirs. It was so much like him.
But she was cold, it was unusually cold. Scarlet's eyes opened and she could see her breath as it came from between her lips. Slowly, Scarlet wrapped her arms about herself. Hell, in some cultures is a constant cold, so cold you can't even sleep. That thought was unbidden and entirely unwelcome. Scarlet snarled and realized she was stark naked.
Stiff and still moving slowly, Scarlet slid herself around. She put her feet on the ground and cursed. It was cold. Something tinked then, and rolled along the floor. She smiled. "Fire materia... thank you Alexander." Not caring that she was nude, the woman snapped up her materia and walked to the livingroom. Snow was drifted against the window. Somehow this was familiar.
Letty, come on, snowboards look fun!
Her stomach sank. Maybe this was hell. Remembering the romantic getaway with the one who got away. There were logs set up against the fireplace and she threw them in to nearly the point of bursting before casting fire. She'd find something to eat in a few moments. For the time being, Scarlet needed to get her thoughts together.
When: Start of Chapter 3
Location: Icicle
Rating: PG13+ Scarlet is cold and naked and unhappy
Summary: Waking up is hard to do...
She woke up from the dream and screamed. There was something so normal to smell him so close to her. She could almost feel the scratchy way that his chin would feel against her collarbone over the weekend when he refused to shave or trim. Scarlet could almost hear the constant little mechanical whirs. It was so much like him.
But she was cold, it was unusually cold. Scarlet's eyes opened and she could see her breath as it came from between her lips. Slowly, Scarlet wrapped her arms about herself. Hell, in some cultures is a constant cold, so cold you can't even sleep. That thought was unbidden and entirely unwelcome. Scarlet snarled and realized she was stark naked.
Stiff and still moving slowly, Scarlet slid herself around. She put her feet on the ground and cursed. It was cold. Something tinked then, and rolled along the floor. She smiled. "Fire materia... thank you Alexander." Not caring that she was nude, the woman snapped up her materia and walked to the livingroom. Snow was drifted against the window. Somehow this was familiar.
Letty, come on, snowboards look fun!
Her stomach sank. Maybe this was hell. Remembering the romantic getaway with the one who got away. There were logs set up against the fireplace and she threw them in to nearly the point of bursting before casting fire. She'd find something to eat in a few moments. For the time being, Scarlet needed to get her thoughts together.