Title: Under the weather
Author: Nekocin
Type: One-shot, AU
Genres: General
Warnings: none
Pairing/Focus: Quatre, mild mention 3+4
Rated: PG
Additional notes: "Anemone" Universe
Disclaimer: GW doesn't belong to me.
He sneezes, sniffles behind a handkerchief, miserably wiping his nose and presses himself closer in the corner of his seat. The window on his left looks fogged over, snowflakes plastering against the glass before dissolving into thin air. He has never experienced snow weather before--not back home anyway--but now, looking outside, Quatre feels a shiver going down his spine.
It's too damn cold around here even inside with the heater on.
He blows into his hands, rubs them together and blows into them again, lowering his head. Once he's home, he'll go straight to bed, covering himself with as many sheets as possible.
An extra pressure behind his coat makes him pause, sitting ramrod straight in his seat. He blinks once and then looks to his right, surprised, only to find an extra coat drapped haphazardly across his back and shoulder. It's funny how his seatmate is missing a thick coat...
Realizing the gesture, Quatre flashes him a sunny smile and wraps himself inside the extra coat.
"Thank you, Mr. Barton."
Trowa crosses his arms and his legs. "Don't mention it. You're bound to feel frozen with the way you're leaning to that side."
Quatre suppresses an irate snerk, choosing to lower his eyes in thought and shifts away from the window, reluctantly moving closer to Trowa's arm and stares at the hands resting on his lap. He knows for sure his face must be looking too flushed for the season.
-End-
TheNekoTalks:
Ahh, "Anemone" was supposed to be a theme challenge I'd set myself upon. Sadly, I've only written till episode 3 and my muses are kindly telling me to "F++++ off!" as they go off to have a vacation somewhere. *sighs* Anyway, I think this one is at least a decent drabble. I can't seem to be able to capture the atmosphere right. ;_;
.:Nekocin:.