Blood, and dirt, and the horrible, far-off sound of explosions, hitting muddy ground: When he feels fingers pull at the blanket covering him, Setsuna doesn't even open his eyes at first, he's so grateful for the warmth of another's body next to his. It's only when the scent of flowers hits him that he looks up. "Rosiel?"

The Inorganic Angel is shivering uncontrollably. Angels shouldn't be susceptible to human temperature variations, but his teeth are chattering, and his lips are faintly blue. "Let me in," he says, and he's on the cot with the blanket around both of them before Setsuna can react.He wraps his arms, uninvited, around his neck, and rests his head on his shoulder. The flower smell gets heavier. His lips brush Setsuna's throat. "I'm going to win, Setsuna," you wouldn't think he could cuddle closer, but he does, nuzzling at his throat, nibbling little angel-bites down to where his shirt opens. "I've got all the strength on my side, and besides, God's promised the victory to me." Little love-bites, soft and faintly sharp, "he's promised me my sister too." Rosiel laughs, and the sound is as gentle as the kisses. "You might as well give up now."

A dull rain's been falling all evening. Even the blankets are damp, and the only warm place is where he's been lying. Rosiel's body still feels cold. "What allies do you have, Setsuna," he asks, tucking his toes between his legs where it's warmest, "they keep coming over to my side don't they?" Arms wrapped around him, he slides his fingers under his body and looks up with a mad, twisted grin. "Tell me I'm beautiful," he says, "you might as well get used to it, when you're one of my servants, you'll do it all the time."

The rain has started again. Big, heavy drops, it soaks the already-damp blanket, and drips down through Rosiel's hair. Under him though, Setsuna's starting to feel warmer. "You're not going to win." He pulls his enemy close and buries his face in his hair. Soft, faintly damp hair, that smelled like flowers so strong it could practically choke you. "You don't have allies," he says, "all you've got is servants." He closes his eyes, cuddled in angel-warmth, and the other's persistent fragrance. After a while, he sleeps. He doesn't know what Rosiel does.